a rummer a rummer

I’m a silent runner, a runner a runner
I’m a silent runner, a runner a runner
I’m a silent runner, a runner a runner
And when i get home I’ll be a loud rummer, a rummer, a rummer

This song was the one she were singing as she walked down the street on this rain-filled day, her knee-long rain-coat and her gray jeans were soaking wet, her hair tucked away inside the green hood. in her hand dangles a plastic bag.

She had walked forever trying to find an open pub to sit in, not cafes, she don’t like cafes. She does not have the patience to keep up with people and their small-talk.
The pub stands there with it’s fence and soaking wet tables, a few smokers stands outside, ready to hurry back inside.

She walks down the street singing her song as it’s taken by the wind.  
The inside of the pub is cozy and warm, old men drinking beer and young men and women watching football. Walking up to the bar she sits down on a black stool and the barkeep: a woman in her 40s says ‘’what shall it be?’’ to this she replies ‘’a beer and two green’’ and the barkeep nods and while tapping the beer the barkeep looks at the girl and she replies ‘’card’’ and holds up her bank-card.  

A beer, a beer. Oh how I love my beer
Some loves coffee, some loves women
But I love beer, oh beer oh beer my one true love.
Without you by my side life becomes unbearable
With you in my hand, life’s once again bearable.

She pays for the beer and shots as the barkeep pours her two green mint-tasting shots, they aint too strong. Only 21%, but the girl likes them. One for her,  and one for her drinking buddy, the bald tattooed man on the opposite side of the bar. ‘’For good health’’ she says, ‘’for free booze’’ he replies, and down goes the shots.

There comes a time when you’re all alone.
There comes a time when you’re in need of someone.
but remember my friend, in times like that there’s nothing like a bottle of rum

And the girl drinks and drinks, she drinks herself warm on the golden drops, she laughs and talks, sometimes he tells her to change topic or shut up and so she does,
A few hours later she had enough, and on her way home she goes.
She puts on her hood and coat as she sings

‘I’m a silent runner, a runner, a runner
I’m a silent runner, a runner, a runner
I’m a silent runner,a runner,  runner
But when I get home I’ll be a loud rummer, a rummer, a rummer.