Line 'em up, barkeep! I can't sleep, might as well get wasted.
Line 'em up, barkeep! I can't sleep, might as well get wasted.
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.
Go for the Hard Stuff!
Looks good. Pour me a double and gimme a bourbon chaser.
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.
'Twas late in the evening the guests were all leaving
O'Leary was closing the bar.
When he turned round and said
To the Lady in Red
GET OUT! You can't stay anymore.
She wept a sad tear in her bucket of beer
As she thought of the cold night ahead
When a Harvard man dapper
flew in from the crapper
And these are the words that he said.
Her mother never told her-er-er.
The things a young girl should know
About the ways of college men
And how the come and go (mostly cum)
Now age has taken her beauty-y-y
And sin has left its sad scar (what a gash!)
So remember your mothers and sisters boys
and let her sleep under the bar.
Beside the gin
Beneath Lord Calvert
In Sourthern Comfort
Pardon...a good drunk needs good drinking songs!
Last edited by W1GUH; 01-07-2011 at 10:59 AM.
If it's a war on drugs, then free the POW's.