Name and post the lyrics of your favorite drinking song.

I'll go first, even though I'm too young to drink. But if I were to drink, which I assure you I don't :evilgrin:, this is the song I would drink to:


Salt of the Earth by the Rolling Stones

Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's drink to the lowly of birth
Raise your glass to the good and the evil
Let's drink to the salt of the earth

Say a prayer for the common foot soldier
Spare a thought for his back breaking work
Say a prayer for his wife and his children
Who burn the fires and who still till the earth

And when I search a faceless crowd
A swirling mass of gray and
Black and white
They don't look real to me
In fact, they look so strange

Raise your glass to the hard working people
Let's drink to the uncounted heads
Let's think of the wavering millions
Who need leaders but get gamblers instead

Spare a thought for the stay-at-home voter
His empty eyes gaze at strange beauty shows
And a parade of the gray suited grafters
A choice of cancer or polio

And when I look in the faceless crowd
A swirling mass of grays and
Black and white
They don't look real to me
Or don't they look so strange

Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's think of the lowly of birth
Spare a thought for the rag taggy people
Let's drink to the salt of the earth

Let's drink to the hard working people
Let's drink to the salt of the earth
Let's drink to the two thousand million
Let's think of the humble of birth


Now let's hear yours.

:toast:

Come on people! Stop holding out on me!

;)

Edited to add: :hi:

I've been jumping in between reading the Olive Garden thread with consternation at people's unwillingness to try new things and consternation that no one will respond to my thread ;-)

Oh, WIMR, it's you! Since you're a young 'un as well, why don't you post your theoretical favorite drinking song?

Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous.

:rofl::rofl:

I don't have a particular theoretical drinking song. The only song I can think of that mentions drinking is:

"Black Cow"
Steely Dan

In the corner
Of my eye
I saw you in Rudy's
You were very high
You were high
It was a cryin' disgrace
They saw your face

On the counter
By your keys
Was a book of numbers
And your remedies
One of these
Surely will screen out the sorrow
But where are you tomorrow

I can't cry anymore
While you run around
Break away
Just when it
Seems so clear
That it's
Over now
Drink your big black cow
And get out of here

Down to Greene Street
There you go
Lookin' so outrageous
And they tell you so
You should know
How all the pros play the game
You change your name

Like a gangster
On the run
You will stagger homeward
To your precious one
I'm the one
Who must make everything right
Talk it out till daylight

I don't care anymore
Why you run around
Break away
Just when it
Seems so clear
That it's
Over now
Drink your big black cow
And get out of here

;)

I could ask people their favorite drinking song for when they're at Olive Garden. ;-)

Nice song, btw. I love Steely Dan.

:rofl:

I'm glad to see someone else doesn't consider Fagen/Becker "Muzak." I got chewed out once for mentioning that I liked them. (It's more like "obsessed with them," but shhhhhh! :D)

:eyes:

:D

That's blasphemy. And anyone who says it should be shot without a trial.

Apparently the (extremely witty) lyrics mean nothing to them....

:shrug:

:D

To Anacreon in heaven where he sat in full glee,
A few sons of harmony sent a petition,
That he their inspirer and patron would be,
When this answer arrived from the jolly old Grecian:
Voice, fiddle aud flute, no longer be mute,
I'll lend you my name and inspire you to boot!
And besides I'll instruct you like me to entwine
The myrtle of Venus and Bacchus's vine.

The news through Olympus immediately flew,
When old Thunder pretended to give himself airs,
If these mortals are suffered their scheme to pursue,
The devil a goddess will stay above stairs,
Hark! already they cry, in transports of joy,
A fig for Parnassus, to Rowley's we'll fly,
And there my good fellows, we'll learn to entwine
The myrtle of Venus and Bacchus's vine.

The yellow-haired god, and his nine fusty maids,
To the hill of old Lud will incontinent flee,
Idalia will boast but of tenantless shades,
And the biforked hill a mere desert will be,
My thunder, no fear on't, will soon do its errand,
And, damn me I'll swinge the ringleaders, I warrant
I'll trim the young dogs, for thus daring to twine
The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine.

Apollo rose up and said, "Prythee ne'er quarrel,
Good king of the gods, with my votaries below
Your thunder is useless - then showing his laurel,
Cried, Sic evitabile fulmen, you know!
Then over each head my laurels I'll spread,
So my sons from your crackers no mischief shall dread
Whilst snug in their club-room, they jovially twine
The myrtle of Venus and Bacchus's vine.


You already know the tune: "The Star-Spangled Banner".

My belly was full of wine
I was not in a stable mind
Well, nine cups you filled
Though some of it spilled
It still did the job more than fine

You just don't know who I am
A sour and vicious man
My mind is in hell, from heaven it fell
And my soul is still on remand

Now little Debbie McClark
She drug me out into the dark
It happened to be
I was too drunk to see
And I yelled out a vulgar remark

You just don't know who I am
A sour and vicious man
My mind is in hell, from heaven it fell
And my soul is still on remand

At midnight, I'm back in my room
Which serves as a drunkard's tomb
And at night in my sleep
I will wrestle my sheets
And in dreams, I'm hummin' this tune

You just don't know who I am
A sour and vicious man
My mind is in hell, from heaven it fell
And my soul is still on remand

There! Are you satisfied now that you know my dirty little secret? It's the greatest drinking song ever. EVER. Positively psychedelic and holy in its cross-genre glory.

With so much drama in the l-b-c
Its kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-g
But i, somehow, some way
Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day
May i, kick a little something for the gs (yeah)
And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through
Two in the mornin and the partys still jumpin
Cause my momma aint home
I got bitches in the living room gettin it on
And, they aint leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too
So turn off the lights and close the doors
But (but what) we dont love them hoes, yeah!
So we gonna smoke a ounce to this
Gs up, hoes down, while you motherfuckers bounce to this

Chorus: repeat 2x

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice
Laid back

Verse two:

Now, that, I got me some seagrams gin
Everybody got they cups, but they aint chipped in
Now this types of shit, happens all the time
You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine
Everything is fine when you listenin to the d-o-g
I got the cultivating music that be captivating he
Who listens, to the words that I speak
As I take me a drink to the middle of the street
And get to mackin to this bitch named sadie (sadie? )
She used to be the homeboys lady (oh, that bitch)
Eighty degrees, when I tell that bitch please
Raise up off these n-u-ts, cause you gets none of these
At ease, as I mob with the dogg pound, feel the breeze
Beeeitch, Im just

Chorus

Verse three:

Later on that day
My homey dr. dre came through with a gang of tanqueray
And a fat ass j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke
Shit, this aint no joke
I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down
Tanqueray and chronic, yeah Im fucked up now
But it aint no stoppin, Im still poppin
Dre got some bitches from the city of compton
To serve me, not with a cherry on top
Cause when I bust my nut, Im raisin up off the cot
Dont get upset girl, thats just how it goes
I dont love you hoes, Im out the do
And Ill be

Chorus

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back
Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)
Laid back

Baby, ev'rything is all right, uptight, out of sight.
Baby, ev'rything is all right, uptight, out of sight.

I'm a poorman's son, from across the railroad tracks,
The only shirt i own is hangin' on my back,
But i'm the envy of ev'ry single guy
Since i'm the apple of my girl's eye.
When we go out stepping on the town for a while

My money's low and my suit's out of style,
But it's all right if my clothes aren't new
Out of sight because my heart is true.
She says baby ev'rything is alright, uptight, out of sight.
Baby, ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.

I'm a pearl of a girl, I guess that's what you might say,
I guess her folks brought her up that way,
The right side of the tracks, she was born and raised
In a great big old house, full of butlers and maids.
No one is better than I, I know I'm just an average guy,

No football hero or smooth don juan,
Got empty pockets, you see i'm a poorman's son.
She says give her the things that money can buy
But i'll never, never make my baby cry,

And it's all right, what i can't do,
Out of sight because my heart is true,
She says baby ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.

Baby, ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.
Baby, ev'rything is alright, uptight, ah ah ah ah,
Baby, ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.
Baby, ev'rything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight.

What's The Use Of Getting Sober (When You're Gonna Get Drunk Again)

by Louis Jordan

Boy, you listen to your old Pappy
Yeah, Pappy
And stop drinking so much
I'm-I'm ain't been doing so much drinking, Pappy
Shut up, boy! You drink all day and you drink all night and you know, son, that that ain't right
Oh Pappy, you just give me a chance. I, I can, I . . .
Shut up, boy! Boy, you're lookin' thin as a twig
I know that . . . Look likes your dear old Pappy - about to blow your wig
Oh I'm gonna blow my wig, Pappy

What's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again
Oh Sam done something fine
When he bought that good whiskey, beer and wine
I love my whiskey and I love my gin
Every time you see me I'm in my sin
So what's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again

I went out last night about half past one
Thought I'd whoop it up a little and have some fun
I got me a half pint about half past two
Mmm, mmm, the way I was feeling you know what I wanna do
Got me a pint about half past four
Felt so good, went out and got me some more
Got me a quart about half past five
Boy, that was so nice didn't know if I was dead or alive

So what's the use of getting sober If you're gonna get drunk again
Oh Sam done something fine
When he bought that good whiskey, beer and wine
I love my whiskey and I love my gin
Every time you see me I'm in my sin
So what's the use of getting sober
When you're gonna get drunk again

Well I've been thinking
But I keep drinking
I guess I'm 'bout lose my mind

In some of my songs I have casually mentioned
The fact that I like to drink beer
This little song is more to the point
Roll out the barrel and lend me your ears.

I like beer
It makes me a jolly good fellow
I like beer
It helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow
(Makes him feel mellow)
Whiskey's too rought champaigne costs too much
And vodka puts my mouth in gear
This little refrain should help me explain
As a matter of fact I like beer
(He likes beer.)

My wife often frowns when we're out on the town
And I'm wearing a suit and a tie
She's sipping vermouth and she thinks I'm uncute
While I yell as the waiter goes by.

I like beer
It makes me a jolly good fellow
I like beer
It helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow
(Makes him feel mellow)
Whiskey's too rought champaigne costs too much
And vodka puts my mouth in gear
This little refrain should help me explain
As a matter of fact I like beer
(He likes beer.)

Last night I dreamed that I passed from the scene
And I went to a place so sublimed
All the water was clear and tasted like beer
Then they turned it all into wine.

I like beer
It makes me a jolly good fellow
I like beer
It helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow
(Makes him feel mellow)
Whiskey's too rought champaigne costs too much
And vodka puts my mouth in gear
This little refrain should help me explain
As a matter of fact I like beer
(He likes beer.)

(Yes, he likes beer...)

I also like to sing the song "Convoy" for some reason :shrug:

When you gonna let me get sober?
Leave me alone, let me go home
Let me go home and start over.