pope Posted February 5, 2008 Posted February 5, 2008 I know it's only Monday night, but here's a classic popularized by George Jones: G) Last night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam decanter That looks like (D) Elvis I © soaked the label (Am) off (D7) a Flintstone Jelly Bean (G) jar I cleared us off a place on that one little table that you (D) left us And © pulled me up a (D7) big ole piece of (G) floor I © pulled the head off (Am) Elvis Filled © Fred up to his (Am) pelvis Yabba Dabba (G) Doo, the © King is (G) gone And (D) so are (G) you © 'Round about 10 we all got to (D7) talking © 'Bout Graceland, Bedrock and (D7) such © The conversation finally turned to (D7) women © But they said they didn't get around too (D7) much © Elvis said, "Find 'em (D7) young" And Fred said (G) "Old Fashioned girls are © fun" Yabba Dabba (G) Doo, the © King is (G) gone And (D) so are (G) you © Later on it finally (D7) hit me © That you wouldn't be 'a comin' home no (D7) more © 'Cause this time I know you won't (D7) forgive me © Like all of them other times (D7) before © Then I broke Elvis' (D7) nose Pouring the (G) last drop from his © toes Yabba Dabba (G) Doo, the © King is (G) gone And (D) so are (G) you © Yabba Dabba (G) Doo, the© King is (G) gone And (D) so are (G) you TAG: (G) Last night I broke the seal on a Jim Beam decanter That looks like (D) Elvis I © soaked the label (Am) off (D7) a Flintstone Jelly Bean (G) jar....(fade) Quote
ken4ord Posted February 5, 2008 Posted February 5, 2008 Try Hash House Harrier's for some good drinking songs. I am always amazed at all the drinking songs they have. In case you don't know what Hash House Harriers are, they are worldwide group of people who are dinkers with a running problem. Quote
dan_forester Posted February 5, 2008 Posted February 5, 2008 In heaven there is no beer That's why we drink it here And when we're gone from here Our friends will be drinking all the beer (repeat ad infinitum) Quote
Seahawks Posted February 5, 2008 Posted February 5, 2008 I drink alone, yeah, with nobody else I drink alone, yeah, with nobody else Well you know when I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself Now every morning just before breakfast, I don't want no coffee or tea Just me and good Buddy Wiser, that's all I ever need 'Cause I drink alone, yeah, with nobody else Yeah, you know when I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself Yeah the other day I laid sleeping and I woke from a terrible dream So I called up my friend Jack Daniel's and his partner Jimmy Beam And we drank alone, yeah, with nobody else Yes, you know when I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself Yeah the other night I got invited to a party, but I stayed home instead Just me and my pal Johnny Walker, and his brothers Black and Red And we drank alone, yeah, with nobody else You know when I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself Now I have got me a pet up in my penthouse but he never does bothers me He ain't no poodle, no pony, he's just a little old wild turkey And we drink alone, yeah, with nobody else That's the way I like it Yeah, you know when I drink alone, I prefer to be by myself Yes, you know when I drink alone, I don't want nobody else I drink alone Quote
dan_forester Posted February 5, 2008 Posted February 5, 2008 country singers have really done the most interesting research in this particular field of study... Tonight the Bottle Let Me Down I Think I'll Just Sit Here and Drink Misery & Gin The Letter that Johnny Walker Read (this could be a long list) Quote
aussie69 Posted February 5, 2008 Posted February 5, 2008 What about the PRE drinking songs? B double-E double-R u n beer run. Quote
Ducknut Posted February 5, 2008 Posted February 5, 2008 who needs a song to drink? :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: :brew: Quote
catbirdseat Posted February 6, 2008 Posted February 6, 2008 It's pretty hard to beat the Germans for drinking songs. Trinklied im Winter Das Glas gefüllt! Der Nordwind brüllt; Die Sonn' ist niedergesunken! Der kalte Bär Blinkt Frost daher! Getrunken, Brüder, getrunken! Die Tannen glüh'n Hell im Kamin, Und knatternd fliegen die Funken! Der edle Rhein Gab uns den Wein! Getrunken, Brüder, getrunken! Der edle Most Verscheucht den Frost, Und zaubert Frühling hernieder: Der Trinker sieht Und Büsche wirbeln ihm Lieder! Er hört Gesang Und Harfenklang, Und schwebt durch blühende Lauben; Ein Mädchenchor Rauscht schnell hervor, Und bringt ihm goldene Trauben! Saus immerfort, O Winternord, Im schneebelasteten Haine! Nur streu dein Eis, O lieber Greis, In keine Flaschen mit Weine! Der stolzen Frau Färb braun und blau Den Kamm, der adlich ihr schwillet! Nur musst du flieh'n Den Hermelin, Der junge Busen verhüllet! by Franz Peter Schubert (1797-1828) Quote
denalidave Posted February 6, 2008 Posted February 6, 2008 George Thorogood and drinking songs are kinda synonymous... I drink alone. One bourbon, one scotch and one beer. Sure he has a few more to add to the list. Quote
KaskadskyjKozak Posted February 6, 2008 Posted February 6, 2008 Whiskey, gin and brandy With a glass I'm pretty handy I'm trying to walk a straight line On sour mash and cheap wine So join me for a drink boys We're gonna make a big noise So don't worry about tomorrow Take it today Forget about the cheque We'll get hell to pay Have a drink on me Dizzy, drunk and fightin' On tequila white lightnin' My glass is getting shorter On whiskey, ice and water So come on and have a good time And get blinded out of your mind So don't worry about tomorrow Take it today Forget about the cheque We'll get hell to pay Have a drink on me (Get stoned) Gonna roll around Gonna hit the ground Take another swing Have another drink Gonna drink it dry Gonna get me high Come on all the boys Make a noise Have a drink on me Quote
Doug Posted February 6, 2008 Posted February 6, 2008 They come over here And they take all our land They chop off our heads And they boil them in oil Our children are leaving And we have no heads We drink and we sing And we drink and we die We have no heads We have no heads They come over here And they chop off our legs They cut off our hands And put nails in our eyes O'Grady is dead And O'Hanrahan's gone We drink and we die And continue to drink O'Hanrahan No O'Hanrahan They buried O'Neil Down in country Shillhame The poor children crying And fe dee din de Hin fle di dinfle Di din fle de din de In hey bibble bibble Hey bibble bibble Hey fle bibble de O'Hanrahan No O'Hanrahan We drink and we sing And we drink and we sing Hey! We drink and we drive And we puke and we drink Hey! We drink and we fight And we bleed and we cry Hey! We puke and we smoke And we drink and we die Hey! Quote
ScottP Posted February 6, 2008 Posted February 6, 2008 What shall we do with a drunken sailor What shall we do with a drunken sailor What shall we do with a drunken sailor Ear-ly in the morning Way, hey, up she rises Way, hey, up she rises Way, hey, up she rises Ear-ly in the morning Put him in the long boat til he's sober Put him in the long boat til he's sober Put him in the long boat til he's sober Ear-ly in the morning Put him in the bilge and make him drink it Put him in a leaky boat and make him bail her Tie him to the scuppers with the hose pipe on him Shave his belly with a rusty razor Slit his pinky with a rusty razor Tie him to the topmast while she's yardarm under Heave him by the leg in a runnin bowline Keel haul him til he's sober Put him in the cabin with the captain's daughter Put him in the cabin with the drunken sailor I went to sea with a drunken sailor Six long months in a leaky whaler Put him in the hold and I made him bail her Ear-ly in the morning Quote
ivan Posted February 6, 2008 Posted February 6, 2008 Oh whiskey is the life of man Always was since the world began Whiskey-o, Johnny-o Rise her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o Up aloft this yard must go John rise her up from down below Now whiskey made me pawn me clothes And whiskey gave me a broken nose Whiskey-o, Johnny-o Rise her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o Up aloft this yard must go John rise her up from down below Now whiskey is the life of man Whiskey from an old tin can Whiskey-o, Johnny-o Rise her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o Up aloft this yard must go John rise her up from down below I thought I heard the first mate say I treats me crew in a decent way Whiskey-o, Johnny-o Rise her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o Up aloft this yard must go John rise her up from down below A glass of whiskey all around And a bottle full for the shanty man Whiskey-o, Johnny-o Rise her up from down below Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey-o Up aloft this yard must go John rise her up from down below Quote
ivan Posted February 6, 2008 Posted February 6, 2008 A long time ago, way back in history, when all there was to drink was nothin but cups of tea. Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops, and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops. He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, and to his praises we shall always sing. Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer tiddly beer beer beer. The Curtis bar, the James' Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well one thing you can be sure of, its Charlie's beer they sell so all ye lads a lasses at eleven O'clock ye stop for five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops 1 2 3 4 5 He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, and to his praises we shall always sing. Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer tiddly beer beer beer. A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick, the kind of lubrication to make your engine tick. 40 pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks. Its only eight pence hapenny and one and six in tax, 1 2 3 4 5 He must have been an admiral a sultan or a king, and to his praises we shall always sing. Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer! Lord bless Charlie Mops, the man who invented beer beer beer tiddly beer beer beer. The Lord bless Charlie Mops! Quote
ivan Posted February 6, 2008 Posted February 6, 2008 Let the farmer praise his ground and the huntsman praise his hound The shepherd his sweet shady grove I'm more blessed than they, spend each happy night and day With my smiling little crúiscín lán, lán, lán With my smiling little crúiscín lán, lán, lán Grá mo chroí mo chrúiscín, sláinte geal mo mhuirnín [Graw mo khree mo khrooshkeen, slawncha gyal mo voorneen] Love of my heart, my little jug, bright health my darling Grá mo chroí mo chrúiscín, lán, lán, lán [Graw mo khree mo khrooshkeen, lawn, lawn, lawn] Love of my heart, my little jug, full, full, full Grá mo chroí mo chrúiscín, sláinte geal mo mhuirnín [Graw mo khree mo khrooshkeen, slawncha gyal mo voorneen] Love of my heart, my little jug, bright health my darling Is cuma liom do chúilín dubh nó bán. [iss cumma lum do khooleen doov no bawn.] It's all the same to me (if) your hair is black or white. Immortal and divine, sweet Bacchus, god of wine Create me by adoption of your son In hopes that you'll comply that my glass will ne'er run dry Nor my smiling little crúiscín lán, lán, lán Nor my smiling little crúiscín lán, lán, lán And when grim death appears in a few unpleasant years And says that my glass it has drawn I'll say 'Begone, you knave, for great Bacchus gave me leave To fill another crúiscín lán, lán, lán To fill another crúiscín lán, lán, lán. Then fill your glasses high, let them part with lips not dry For the lark now proclaims it is dawn And since we can't remain, may we shortly meet again To fill another crúiscín lán, lán, lán To fill another crúiscín lán, lán, lán Quote
Off_White Posted February 6, 2008 Posted February 6, 2008 What's the use of getting sober (when you're gonna get drunk again) YjFsMLznABM Here you go Kev, you can listen instead of read. This is a faithful copy of the Louis Jordan version of this song. Check out the original for something that really swings. Quote
Off_White Posted February 6, 2008 Posted February 6, 2008 Here, this is the original recording, but you should turn off your screen so you don't have to watch the silly array of anime stills that someone chose to "illustrate" this classic tune. 5kB4fGELR_Q Quote
ivan Posted February 6, 2008 Posted February 6, 2008 97RSuv8hroc the wierd thing was, 5 minutes before i saw this thread, i found this same clip on youtube to show my daughter (that and the "spanish ladies" song) Quote
aussie69 Posted February 6, 2008 Posted February 6, 2008 Hows that one song go and whos it by??? your drunk, your drunk, you silly 'ol fool until you can not see that's a lovely vase that me mother sent to me... Anyone??? Quote
priapism Posted February 6, 2008 Posted February 6, 2008 That's "Seven Drunken Nights", the most famous rendition is by the Dubliners. Quote
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