Four of us and I

It was a beery warm summer night.
Richie this is for you, what I write.
You don't know our good new home.
Just stay safely in your house, like in foam.

Guy, we took your beer barrel.
It wasn't John, neither Karl nor Carol.
Lifted through a small window.
We simply stood there in a row.

Richie, just sing your self-pitying songs and cry.
We laughed about you that night ... no lie.
Our sea played with us and the waves.
You just sit home and play with your safes.

Four of us and I took your barrel that night.
Just want to teach you in fun, without to fight.
Rich, look in our wetly smirking, happy faces.
Come on and accept our splashy embraces.