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Disclaimer: Disclaimed.
Singin' in the Bar
Abby jumped up and down as Mike Franks walked up to the stage, beer in hand.
He pulled the mic closer and began to sing in a low gruff voice.
Nibblin on sponge cake Wastin away again in margaritaville
Watchin the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp they're beginnin to boil
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobodys fault
Gibbs let out a laugh as his old mentor continued.
I don't know the reason Wastin away again in margaritaville I blew out my flip-flop Wastin away again in margaritaville
I stayed here all season
Nothin to show but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
A mexican cutie
How it got here I haven't a clue
Searchin for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now I think
Hell, it could be my fault
Stepped on a pop-top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's my own damn fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know it's my own damn fault
Mike Franks jumped down and chugged his beer. Gibbs patted him on the back maybe a little too hard, as he spat it out on some random person. "Probie! What d'ya so that for?" He growled in a gruff voice.
Song: Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffet.
A/N: Review! RIP Mike Franks!