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Thank Man For Whiskey
I drink to thee my beauty
I drink to thee my babe
I drink to thee sweet memories
My life, you three, have saved.
The cup of life runs over
A fool says other wise
Happy, a drunk, I will be
And happy I shall die
Thank man for whiskey
Thank man for wine
Thank God for life
Thank God for time
Thank women for birth
Thank women for love
Thank man for whiskey
May there always be enough.
Pour me another strong glass
And I’ll tell you a few tales of old
In my time alive, I’ve seen some things
That will make blood run cold
There are men who crave fortune
There are men who crave fame
Only a fool will forget the joy
That a simple song can bring
Thank man for whiskey
Thank man for wine
Thank God for life
Thank God for time
Thank women for birth
Thank women for love
Thank man for whiskey
May there always be enough.
Don’t forget beer
Don’t forget beer
Don’t’ forget beer
Two drinks to remember
Four more to forget
Pass around the nectar
Cause I’m not nearly done yet
Thank man for whiskey
Thank man for wine
Thank God for life
Thank God for time
Thank women for birth
Thank women for love
Thank man for whiskey
May there always be enough.
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Chorus:
Down to the pub for a shot of me life water
Down to the pub to cleanse my soul
Everything is better when I'm sitting in the corner
on a stool
With beer and whiskey
at the pub
V 1
Down to the pub
Here with all me Irish bums
Blokes and Braggarts
Shams and Gowls and Feeks
I'm not hurting anyone
She said she was twenty one
Till the well or wallet dry
Tis where I'll be
V2
I just can't wait for happy hour
That's when we toast to golden showers
For our man robert kelly rest his soul
I know he's not really dead
And I'm sure he wets the bed
Cuz r Kelly pees on everything he owns
V3
Fare thee well, fare thee well
For I am running out of money
If you can help me to the door I'll be just fine
I've spent every stinking dollar in my pocket on the whiskey
Now it's time to go home and bang my wife
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one more shot of whiskey and I'll be on the floor
Get me Scuttered, I'll fall down, my heart will hurt no more
Gawk wit all me sorrows, Gawk wit all me pain
One more shot of whiskey will flush em down the drain
twiddle yaiyai Yikki ta twai yai yai yikki tay aye
raise a glass for me boys I'll be on my way
twiddle yaiyai Yikki ta twai yai yai yikki tay aye
say a prayer for me boys I've seen better days
my lady she was lovely wit hair of golden locks
caught her wit the farmer boy he was plowin more than crops
Now I'm just a spanner, a lone and gammy twat
I dont' drink for what I am boys I drink for what I'm not
twiddle yaiyai Yikki ta twai yai yai yikki tay aye
raise a glass for me boys I'll be on my way
twiddle yaiyai Yikki ta twai yai yai yikki tay aye
say a prayer for me boys I've seen better days
one more shot of whiskey and I'll be on the floor
Get me Scuttered, I'll fall down, my heart will hurt no more
Gawk wit all me sorrows, Gawk wit all me pain
One more shot of whiskey will flush em down the drain
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For centuries and maybe more
My girl has played the shrew
In song and tale, she's e'er the one
you wish you never knew
For it's Molly-this and Molly-that and
Molly-makes-the-rounds
It's time and time, I tell ye true
This guff to go to ground
There's talk of two-time nightmares
A-ringin' in me ears
My Molly isn't one of those
I've known her all these years
So if you've got a word to speak
In vain upon her name
I'll kick your ass so hard Belfast
Will cast ye out in shame
So gather ye yr rosebuds lads
And gather while ye may
Cause time's a bitch and
Sure as shite she'll steal yr heart away
So make good haste and never waste
The chances you have got
My Molly is as fine a gal as
Ever could be bought
Fer shite, fer shite, we'll ride tonight
And give ol'Scratch his due
We'll have it at the local
And we'll heave it in the loo
Tight, tight, the money's tight
So buy another round
I'll hit you back before they pack
Me carcass in the ground
For Molly is the devil
And she sure do like to ball
I'm drunk in Molly's chambers and
They say she'll bleed us all
Speak ye ill of Sharon
Cast your doubts on Maude
But one more word of Molly
And it's out, the cattle prod, hey!
So gather ye yr rosebuds lads
And gather while ye may
Cause time's a bitch and
Sure as shite she'll steal yr heart away
So make good haste and never waste
The chances you have got
My Molly is as fine a gal as
Ever could be bought
Fer shite, fer shite, we'll ride tonight
And give ol'Scratch his due
We'll have it at the local
And we'll heave it in the loo
Tight, tight, the money's tight
So buy another round
I'll hit you back before they pack
Me carcass in the ground
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A Manufactured Lie
I went down to the liquor cabinet
To get myself a drink
And I broke a glass when I went to pour
And quickly I had to think
My wife had heard the clatter
And she asked and I did say
A poor confused Robin
Flew into a window pane
A Manufactured Lie
A Manufactured Lie
There’s nothing better to calm/solve the qualm
A Manufactured Lie
I went down to the pub
And I got into a little scruff
My brain said I could go some more
But my face it had enough
When I finally got back home
My wife, she saw my scars
I told her I fell off my horse
And the ground hit my face, not my arse
A Manufactured Lie
A Manufactured Lie
There’s nothing better to calm/solve the qualm
A Manufactured Lie
(Trombone Quartet Solo)
Well the landlord came around
And I didn’t have the rent
I’d been down at the pub last night
And my money, well it got spent
I told him not to worry
I won the lottery and that’s no tale
The rent’s as good as in the bank
The check is in the mail
A Manufactured Lie
A Manufactured Lie
There’s nothing better to calm/solve the qualm
A Manufactured Lie
We have here this bright young lad
He doesn’t know what to do
He should be home but he’s stayed out late
He’s in marriage year number 2
Well take this bit of advice
From a man marriage year 39
There’s one sure thing that will keep the peace
Use this and it will be fine
A Manufactured Lie
A Manufactured Lie
There’s nothing better to calm/solve the qualm
A Manufactured Lie
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Please don't feel sorry for me
I like to drink alone
My lady done left me, so what
It's the third time this week, and I'm down on my luck
But I'm not feeling bitter
I'm not losing sleep
I just sit on this barstool and keep em coming uh uh
Hard being miser-able,
So I keep it all happy, no matter what
I'm not gonna fight you
I won't even shout
Just sit on this barstool without any doubt about love
Stick to my story nowhere to be
Not gonna let it catch up to me
Drink to my sorrow won't answer the phone...
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My jobs getting worse all the time
Wages been cut, I don't have a dime
But I'm not feeling sorry
Not cursin the man
I don't give a damn about working, uh huh
My landlord just gave me the boot
Late by 6 mths, with no kind of loot
So I'm out on the street not a thing left to do
At least they keep bringing me rounds
God bless you!
Stick to my story nowhere to be
Not gonna let it catch up to me
Bills and the pills can't get blood
From a stone...
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Ohhh..I bet there’s no good pubs in China
There’s no Smithwicks in Japan now I fear
They can all drink their Sake And have their Bukakke
But I’ll take me Whiskey and beer
In Dublin the grasses are greener
And whiskey from rivers it flows
What I can’t go without is a good Guinness stout.
As fine as the sweet Irish Rose
(Chorus)
I took me a trip to the Asia’s
The Philippines, Sri Lanka, Nepal
But I’ve all but forgotten, cause the liquor was Rotten Tell China they can keep their Great Wall!!
(Chorus)
In Rome I saw me the Cathedrals
I got me a Blow Job in Prague
And in Paris France they taught me to dance
But I’ll stick right here wit me ol Grog
(Chorus) 2X
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Now the first miracle wasn't incense or oil
It was wine for a party in town
Like Calvin & Luther, I imagine this brew's for
Everyone, no matter who is around
So we'll raise a toast to the Holy Ghost
We'll chant & sing to the King of Kings
Say our prayers with nary a nod or a wink
I love Jesus, but I'm havin' a drink
I love Jesus, but I'm havin' a drink
So don't hide your beer when the pastor appears
Quote from John, Joel & Deuteronomy
Not the blood of our Lord, but when it is poured
You can drink it on bended knee
So we'll raise a toast to the Holy Ghost
We'll chant & sing to the King of Kings
Say our prayers with nary a nod or a wink
I love Jesus, but I'm havin' a drink
I love Jesus, but I'm havin' a drink
Now you may not love Jesus, but He knew it would please us
To change the water to wine
Some say just strong grape juice, but Cana had on their dance shoes
They expected to have a good time
So we'll raise a toast to the Holy Ghost
We'll chant & sing to the King of Kings
Say our prayers with nary a nod or a wink
I love Jesus, but I'm havin' a drink
I love Jesus, but I'm havin' a drink
I love Jesus, but I'm havin' a drink
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released September 22, 2014
