My father was a working man

until his dying day

Said anything worth doin's

worth doin' all the way

And when it came to drinking

moderation was at bay

You tried to serve him half a pint

he'd bop you straight away

Half a Pint, Half a Pint?

Half a Pint you see

I find it so peculiar,

It isn't meant to be

Like kissin' on your sister

or reusing bags of tea

What's the point of half a pint

it makes no sense to me

T'was late one Friday evening

and the pub was closing down

Politely asked the barmaid

would she pour me final round

I must have been a horrid sight,

she shook her head and sighed

Said all you gets a half a pint,

it's time you said goodnight

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I took my favorite lassie

for a night upon the town

And though she is a lovely girl

she's not so big around

And I will call for double shots

for I'm a thirsty man

She always orders half a pint,

I'll never understand

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Some will take the whiskey

and sip it through the night

Others take a cup of tea

and hold their fingers light

While I prefer a foamy glass

and fill it up to here

A half a pint of porter

is a pitiful waste of cheer

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So if you are a drinking man

and I sure fit the bill

And find that your predicament's

a glass that's half way filled

Well I've got a solution

that will remedy that ill

You'll have to drink at twice the pace

to satisfy your will.

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Written by Kyle Aughe