A Drinking Song Songtext

We're drinking 'til none of our livers are left

We're wending our way down to the spirit store

We'll drink till we just can't drink anymore



Raise your glasses high

Drink the cellar dry



Well, bloody my nose and blacken my eye

If it ain't some young Turk in search of a fight

And chanticleer's chest is sagging with pride
For honour has yet to be satisfied

Well, Heaven be thanked we live in an age

When no man need bother, except on the stage

With "Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori"

And definitely not tonight



I can still remember when I was just a kid

I was free to do what I wanted to

But I never, ever did.



So now with years of discretion reached

May we not forget...

"Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité"

For there's life in the Old World yet!



There'll always be an England

An Ireland and a France

A Liechtenstein and Finland

And we have only one chance



Earnest young man with an unhealthy tan

Puts a drink in my hand and says

"I understand...

You're in search of the place

To continue the chase

Of the heavenly taste

I suggest in that case

You all come with me

To my place by the sea

Where the glasses shall be

Overflowing with free

Alcoholic delights

And free love if you like

For what point has this life

If you can't realise Your dreams?"



Oh, raise your glasses high

And drink the town dry



We'll drink beyond

The boundaries of sense

We'll drink 'til we start to see

Lovely pink elephants

Inside our heads

Inside our beds

Inside the threads

Of our pyjama legs

So don't shoot til you see

The reds of our eyes

And an army of elephants

Marching behind

From the day I was born

Till the night I will die

All my lovers will be pink

And elephantine!