• Song:

    Have A Drink Ya Bastards

  • Artist:

    The Skels

  • Album:

    Any Port in a Storm

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If I had a dollar now for every drink I had 
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I'd be so f*cking wealthy and things wouldn't be so bad 
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but I drank down every penny in just seven drunken nights 
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and called out for another round of seven drunken pints 

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so have a drink ya bastards
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Because is no time left to lose
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It's nearly time for closing
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and we're running out of booze
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So have a drink ya bastards
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Because the morning' s nearly here
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The open Road's before us
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So let's have another beer


If I could've found a girl could drink as much as me
I take her off to be my wife and live so happily 
but I've never known such girl to walk upon this land
I guess it's heaven's plan for me to be a single man

Chorus
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And sometimes well I lie awake at night I feel no pain
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This banging in my head, the stinging of the shame
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I hear the angels calling me up on their lofty heights
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But they don't sing a lullaby they sing me my last rites, sing me my last rights,
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Sing me my last rights!


I've drunk me fill of piss and swill too many times to care
And sometimes when I stagger home I pass out on the stair
I like my women slightly large, my Whisky always neat
And sometimes in the summer I like to pass out in the street

Chorus
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