Drink songs

[onewyteduck]

Show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
And it went right to my head
Where ever I may roam
On land or sea or foam
You will always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home

Indicate the way to my abode
I'm fatigued and I want to retire
I had a spot of beverage sixty minutes ago
And it went right to my cerebellum
Where ever I may perambulate
On land, or sea or atmospheric vapor
You can always hear me crooning the melody
Indicate the way to my abode


(because I can't hear this song and not think of these guys!)

[lucimay]

Show me the way to go home...


(because I can't hear this song and not think of these guys!)

[The Laughing Man]

• Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
  Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
  Drink and the devil had done for the rest
  Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
  The mate was fixed by the bosun's pike
  The bosun brained with a marlinspike
  And cookey's throat was marked belike
  It had been gripped by fingers ten;
  And there they lay, all good dead men
  Like break o'day in a boozing ken
  Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
  
  Fifteen men of the whole ship's list
  Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
  Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
  Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
  The skipper lay with his nob in gore
  Where the scullion's axe his cheek had shore
  And the scullion he was stabbed times four
  And there they lay, and the soggy skies
  Dripped down in up-staring eyes
  In murk sunset and foul sunrise
  Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
  
  Fifteen men of 'em stiff and stark
  Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
  Ten of the crew had the murder mark!
  Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
  Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
  Or a yawing hole in a battered head
  And the scuppers' glut with a rotting red
  And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes
  Looking up at paradise
  All souls bound just contrawise
  Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
  
  Fifteen men of 'em good and true'
  Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
  Ev'ry man jack could ha' sailed with Old Pew,
  Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
  There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
  With a ton of plate in the middle hold
  And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
  And they lay there that took the plum
  With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
  While we shared all by the rule of thumb,
  Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
  
  More was seen through a sternlight screen
  Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
  Chartings undoubt where a woman had been
  Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
  'Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
  With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
  And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot
  Oh was she wench or some shudderin' maid
  That dared the knife and took the blade
  By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade
  Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
  
  Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
  Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
  Drink and the devil had done for the rest
  Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
  We wrapped 'em all in a mains'l tight
  With twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
  And we heaved 'em over and out of sight,
  With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well
  And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
  Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,
  Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

[lucimay]

ha! Es!!!!! you remind me, with that one, of the many songs my Dad used to come in singing after a night out with his buddies!!!

this was a classic and always got us kids outa bed!!

What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
Earl-eye in the morning?

Way-hey and up she rises,
Way-hey and up she rises,
Way-hey and up she rises,
Earl-eye in the morning...

What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
Earl-eye in the morning?

Put a lobster in his britches
Put a lobster in his britches
Put a lobster in his britches
Earl-eye in the morning

Way-hey and he ain't risin'
Way-hey and he ain't risin'
Way-hey and he ain't risin'
Earl-eye in the mornin

What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
Earl-eye in the mornin?

Shave his balls with a rusty razor
Shave his balls with a rusty razor
Shave his balls with a rusty razor
Earl-eye in the mornin...

What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
What do ya do with a drunken sailor?
Earl-eye in the mornin?

Kick him in the belly 'til he pukes his guts out
Kick him in the belly 'til he pukes his guts out
Kick him in the belly 'til he pukes his guts out
Earl-eye in the mornin...

Then catch it in a bucket and make him drink it
Then catch it in a bucket and make him drink it
Then catch it in a bucket and make him drink it
Earl-eye in the mornin

Way hey and up she rises
Way hey and up she rises
Way hey and up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning...

What do ya do with a drunken pub wench?
What do ya do with a drunken pub wench?
What do ya do with a drunken pub wench?
Earl-eye in the morning?

Throw her in bed with a drunken minstrel
Throw her in bed with a drunken minstrel
Throw her in bed with a drunken minstrel
Earl-eye in the morning...

Way hey and up she rises
Way hey and up she rises
Way hey and up she rises
Earl-eye in the morning... (twice)

[drew]

My Own Worst Enemy
Can we forget about the things
I said when I was drunk
I didn’t mean to call you that
I can’t remember what was said or what you threw at me
Please tell me
Please tell me why
My car is in the front yard
And I’m sleeping with my clothes on
I came in through the window last night
And you’re gone
It’s no surprise to me I am my own worst enemy
Cuz every now and then I kick the living shit out of me
The smoke alarm is going off and there’s a cigarette
Still burning
Please tell me why
My car is in the front yard
And I’m sleeping with my clothes on
I cam in through the window last night
And you’re gone
Please tell me why
My car is in the front yard
And I’m sleeping with my clothes on
I came in through the window last night
And you’re gone

The band is called Lit.

[The Laughing Man]

excellent Luci!

Cpt. Murphy: Stick'em in'a cupboard with a hose-pipe in 'em, stick'em in'a cupboard with a hose-pipe in 'em, er-ligh-ay in the morning...wrong melody.

RIP Harry "Captain Murphy" Goz.......

[onewyteduck]

or a version I heard shortly after the Valdez spill:

What shall we do with a drunken' sailor?
Put him in charge of an Exxon tanker
Drink up boys, we'll make the water
Oil-i in the mornin'

[lucimay]

We used to meet every Thursday
Thursday
Thursday in the afternoon
For a couple a beers
And a game of pool

We used to go to a motel
A motel
A motel across the street
And the name of the motel
Was the "Wagon Wheel"

OH!

One day she said
C'mon C'mon
She said why dont you come back to my house
She said my husbands out of town
You know he's gone till the end of the month

Well I was just so nervous, so nervous
You know I couldn't really quite relax
'Cause I was really never quite sure
When her husband was coming back

It turned out it was one of the neighbors
One of the neighbors, one of the neigbors that saw my car
And they told her, yeah they told her
They think they know who you are

Well her husband is a violent man
A very violent and jealous man
Now I have to leave this town
I gotta leave while I still can

We should have kept it every Thursday
Thursday
Thursday in the afternoon
For a couple of beers
And a game of pool

She was pretty good too!

~ mark sandman - morphine ~

[sgt.null]

Husker Du

"First Of The Last Calls"

It's just like a battle zone
You got a bottle, now you're on your own
Gotta be a scotch or a kamikaze
None of those other weapons will faze me

First of the last calls
It's in your heart, it's in your mind
First of the last calls
Cashing it in before your time

Hundred hundred hundred bottles on the wall
You wonder if you can drink them all
Gotta go home at 1:00 AM
The bottle wins the battle again

[The Laughing Man]

• 12 Ounce Mouse Theme Song
  
  outta my way, i'm drunk as hell
  i'll blow your ass away like I'm ringing a bell
  
  foot's to the floor and the whiskey's flowin'
  got a porn shoot and i gotta get it goin'.
  
  you don't understand, he don't give a damn.
  
  (chorus) 12 oz mouse!
  
  jet car's rollin' all night long
  crankin' up the jams and singing along
  
  car full of bitches and a brand new bong.
  
  (chorus) 12 oz mouse!

[onewyteduck]

I'll eat when I'm hungry,
I'll drink when l'm dry,
If the hard times don't kill me,
I'll lay down and die.

Rye whisky, rye whisky,
Rye whisky, I cry,
If you don't give me rye whisky,
I surely will die.

I'll tune up my fiddle,
And I'll rosin my bow,
I'll make myself welcome,
Wherever I go.

Beefsteak when I'm hungry,
Red liquor when I'm dry,
Greenbacks when I'm hard up,
And religion when I die.

They say I drink whisky,
My money's my own;
All them that don't like me,
Can leave me alone.

Sometimes I drink whisky,
Sometimes I drink rum,
Sometimes I drink brandy,
At other times none.

But if I get boozy,
My whisky's my own,
And them that don't like me,
Can leave me alone.

Jack o' diamonds, jack o' diamonds,
I know you of old,
You've robbed my poor pockets
Of silver and gold.

Oh, whisky, you villain,
You've been my downfall,
You've kicked me, you've cuffed me,
But I love you for all.

If the ocean was whisky,
And I was a duck,
I'd dive to the bottom
To get one sweet suck.

But the ocean ain't whisky
And I ain't a duck,
So we'll round up the cattle
And then we'll get drunk.

My foot's in my stirrup,
My bridle's in my hand,
l'm leaving sweet Lillie,
The fairest in the land.

Her parents don't like me,
They say l'm too poor;
They say I'm unworthy
To enter her door.

Sweet milk when l'm hungry,
Rye whisky when l'm dry,
If a tree don't fall on me,
I'll live till I die.

I'll buy my own whisky,
I'll make my own stew,
If I get drunk, madam,
It's nothing to you.

I'll drink my own whisky,
I'll drink my own wine,
Some ten thousand bottles
I've killed in my time.

I've no wife to quarrel
No babies to bawl;
The best way of living
Is no wife at all.

Way up on Clinch Mountain
I wander alone,
l'm as drunk as the devil,
Oh, let me alone.

You may boast of your knowledge
An' brag of your sense,
'Twill all be forgotten
A hundred years hence.

[lucimay]

This is the day
Of the expanding man
That shape is my shade
There where I used to stand
It seems like only yesterday
I gazed through the glass
At ramblers
Wild gamblers
Thats all in the past

You call me a fool
You say its a crazy scheme
This ones for real
I already bought the dream
So useless to ask me why
Throw a kiss and say goodbye
Ill make it this time
Im ready to cross that fine line

Ill learn to work the saxophone
Ill play just what I feel
Drink scotch whisky all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call alabama the crimson tide
Call me deacon blues

My back to the wall
A victim of laughing chance
This is for me
The essence of true romance
Sharing the things we know and love
With those of my kind
Libations
Sensations
That stagger the mind

I crawl like a viper
Through these suburban streets
Make love to these women
Languid and bittersweet
Ill rise when the sun goes down
Cover every game in town
A world of my own
Ill make it my home sweet home

Ill learn to work the saxophone
Ill play just what I feel
Drink scotch whisky all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call alabama the crimson tide
Call me deacon blues

This is the night
Of the expanding the man
I take one last drag
As I approach the stand
I cried when I wrote this song
Sue me if I play too long
This brother is free
Ill be what I want to be

Ill learn to work the saxophone
Ill play just what I feel
Drink scotch whisky all night long
And die behind the wheel
They got a name for the winners in the world
I want a name when I lose
They call alabama the crimson tide
Call me deacon blues

[Tulizar]

Husker Du

"First Of The Last Calls"

Nice! Haven't listened to Husker Du in a while.



Don't take this the wrong way Null. You're avatar just reminded me of this one:

The Kinks
Death of a Clown

My makeup is dry and it clags 'round my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamer's whip doesn't crack anymore
The lions they won't fight and the tigers won't roar

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
So let's all drink to the death of a clown
Won't someone help me to break up this crown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown

The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway fleas

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
So won't someone help me to break up this crown
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Let's all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

[Lord Mhoram]

^^^ Fantastic song.

[Tulizar]

I can't get enough of the Kinks.

[lucimay]

wonderful wino ~ frank zappa


L.a. in the summer of '69
I went downtown and bought me some wine
Oh, I drank it down under the table
I said: watch me now,
I'm gonna eat the label
Well I'm a wino man,
Don't you know I am?

36 - 24, hips about 30
I seen a fine lady
And I started talkin' dirty
Boy, she looked over at me
And she raised her thumb
She said: jam down the road
You bum, bum, bum, bum
I'm a wino man,
Don't you know I am?

I went to the country,
And while I was gone
I lost control of my body functions
On the road ahead at the ladies front lawn
I'm so ashamed,
But I'm a wino man
I can't help myself
I've been drinkin' all night
Till my eyes got red
Stumbled on the gutter
And busted my head
Bugs in my zoot suit,
Been scratchin' like a dog
I can't stand no water,
And I stink like a frog
Give me a five dollar bill,
And an overcoat too
Give me a five dollar bill,
And an overcoat too
A five dollar bill and an overcoat too
A five dollar bill and a florsheim shoe

[drew]

"Wasn't that a Party?
Wasn't that a Party?
Could-a been the Whiskey,
Might -a bin the Gin
Could-a bin the three-or-four six packs
I don't know
But look at the mess I'm in.
My head is like a football,
I think I'm gunna die!
Thell me Me-oh-me-oh-my.
Wasn't that a party?"

[danlo]

I see myself on T.V., I'm a faker, a paper clown
It's clear to all my friends that I habitually lie; I just bring them down
I claim promise to exaggeration
But the truth lies in my frustration
The children of the night, they all pass me by
Have to drench myself in brandy
In sleep I'll hide
But however much I booze
There ain't no way out
There ain't no way out
I don't care what you say, boy
There ain't no way out

I lose so many nights of sleep worrying about my responsibility
All the problems that screw me up really down to pin on me
My ego will just confuse me
Some day it's going to up and use me
Dish me out another
Tell me about some destiny I can't prevent
And however much I squirm
There ain't no way out
There ain't no way out
I don't care what you say, boy
There ain't no way out

Won't somebody tell me how to get out of this place?!

Then the night comes down like a cell door closing
Suddenly I realize that I'm right now, I'm on the scene
While sitting here all alone with a bottle and my head a-floating
Far away from the phone and the conscience going on at me
And on at me, and I don't care what you say
There ain't no way out
There ain't no way out

Now the walls are all clawed and scratched
Like by some soul in sin
In the morning I humbly detach myself
I take no blame
I just can't face my failure
I'm nothing but a well fucked sailor
You at home can easily decide what's right
By glancing very briefly at the songs I write
But it don't help me that you know
This ain't no way out
Won't somebody tell me?
I don't care what you say, boy
There ain't no way out

There ain't no way out
There ain't no way out
There ain't no way out

Give me the key, lock it away

There ain't
There ain't
There ain't no way out
There ain't no way out
There ain't no way out -Who

[The Laughing Man]

• Oh it's been getting so hard
  Livin' with the things you do to me
  Oh my dreams are getting so strange
  I'd like to tell you everything I see
  Oh, I see a man at the back
  As a matter of fact his eyes are red as the sun
  And a girl in the corner let no one ignore her
  'Cause she thinks she's the passionate one
  
  Oh, yeah, it was like lightning,
  everybody was frightening
  And the music was soothing,
  and they all started grooving
  
  Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
  And the man at the back said
  Everyone attack and it turned into a ballroom blitz
  And the girl in the corner said
  Boy, I wanna warn ya, it'll turn into a ballroom blitz
  Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz
  Ballroom blitz
  
  I'm reaching out for something
  Touching nothing's all I ever do
  Oh, I softly call you over
  When you appear there's nothing left of you
  Now the man in the back
  Is ready to crack as he raises his hands to the sky
  And the girl in the corner is ev'ryone's mourner
  She could kill you with a wink of her eye
  
  Oh yeah, it was electric,
  so frightfully hectic
  And the band started leaving,
  'cause they all stopped breathing
  
  
  Oh yeah, it was like lightning,
  everybody was frightening
  And the music was soothing,
  and they all started grooving
  
  
  It's it's a ballroom blitz, it's it's a ballroom blitz
  It's it's a ballroom blitz, yeah, it's a ballroom blitz

[dlbpharmd]

I walked in and the band just started
the singer couldn't care a tune in a bucket
Was on a mission to drown her memory but
I thought no way with all this rukus

But after one round with Jose Cuervo
I caught my boots tapping along with the beat
And After two rounds with Jose Cuervo
The band was sounding pretty darn good to me

Then some stranger asked me to dance
and i revealed to her my two left feet
Said "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you asked,
But tonight's about beating an old memory

Then after Three rounds with Jose Cuervo
I let her lead me out on the floor
And after Four rounds with Jose Cuervo
I was showing off moves never seen before

Well, round five or round six
I forgot what I came to forget
After Round seven, Or was it eight?
I bought a round for the whole dang place

And after nine rounds with Jose Cuervo
They were counting me out and i was about to give in
Then after ten rounds with Jose Cuervo
I lost count and started counting again