Me?

The Old Dun Cow:

listen

Some  friends and I in a public house were playing  dominoes one night,
When into the room a fireman came his face all chalky white,
"What's up?" says Brown, "Have you seen a ghost? Have you seen your Aunt Moriah?"
"Oh  my Aunt Moriah be buggered," says he, "The bleeding  pubs  on fire"

"Oh," says Brown, "What a bit of luck everybody follow me,
It's down to the cellar if the fire's not there then we'll have a grand old spree"
So we all went down with good old Brown and the booze we could not miss,
And we hadn't been there ten minutes or more 'till we were quite like this:

  Oh, there was Brown, up side down lappin' up the whiskey on the floor.
  "Booze! Booze!" the firemen cried, as they come a knockin' at the door.
  "Well don't let em in till it's all mopped up!" Somebody shouted, "McIntyre!" (audience: MCINTYRE!)
  And we all got blue blind paralytic drunk, when the Old Dun Cow caught fire.

Then Smith ran over to the port wine tub, and gave it just a few hard knocks.
He started taking off his pantaloons, likewise his shoes and socks.
"Oh no," says Brown, "That t'ain't allowed, you can't do that here!"
"Don't be washing your trotters in the port wine tub, when we got some Guinesses beer!"

  Oh, there was Brown, up side down lappin' up the whiskey on the floor.
  "Booze! Booze!" the firemen cried, as they come a knockin' at the door.
  "Well don't let em in till it's all mopped up!" Somebody shouted, "McIntyre!" (audience: MCINTYRE!)
  And we all got blue blind paralytic drunk, when the Old Dun Cow caught fire.

Then there came a mighty crash, half the bloody room gave way,
We almost drowned in the firemen's hose, all pisskey, wet and gay.
So we got some tacks and some wet old sacks, and we packed ourselves inside,
And we sat there getting bleery eyed drunk When the Old Dun Cow got fried!

  Oh, there was Brown, up side down lappin' up the whiskey on the floor.
  "Booze! Booze!" the firemen cried, as they come a knockin' at the door.
  "Well don't let em in till it's all mopped up!" Somebody shouted, "McIntyre!" (audience: MCINTYRE!)
  And we all got blue blind paralytic drunk, when the Old Dun Cow caught fire.

Its that Gary Glitter song, lol... or we just sing "Bakkies Botha's a tank" over and over again after a rugby match.

Here's to brother/sister __________ he's with us tonight
Here's to brother/sister __________ he's with us tonight

He eats it, he beats it, he sadly mistreats it

Here's to brother/sister __________ he's with us tonight

SO  DRINK CHUGALUG< DRINK CHUGALUG DRINK CHUGALUG...................

The Philosopher's Drinking Song

Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
Who was very rarely stable.

Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
Who could think you under the table.

David Hume could out-consume
Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel, [some versions have 'Schopenhauer and Hegel']

And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
Who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.

There's nothing Nietzche couldn't teach ya
'Bout the raising of the wrist.
Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed.

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
On half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.

Plato, they say, could stick it away--
Half a crate of whisky every day.

Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle.
Hobbes was fond of his dram,

And René Descartes was a drunken fart.
'I drink, therefore I am.'

Yes, Socrates, himself, is particularly missed,
A lovely little thinker,
But a bugger when he's pissed

~Monty Python

(the fuckee's hymn)

he stood upon the steeple
and pissed upon the people
but the people couldnt
piss on him

amen


WARNING: do not try and sing if any cav members are around...they WILL stomp the life out of you for blaspemy.

Played with a great ompah Octoberfest background.

"It's the second week of deer camp-
I got a swollen head-
I'm lying with the dustballs-
underneath my bed -

An icy breeze is blowing in-
Through the tounge and groove-
My pants are frozen to the floor-
But I'm to sick to move-

Mucko's in the woodbox-
Peter's passed out on the stove-
His flannel shirt is smoking-
I wonder if he knows-
*sound of yelling*

Chorus

It's the second week of deer camp-
It's our favorite time of year-
We drink, play cards and shoot the bull-
but never shoot no deer-
The only time we leave the camp is when we go for beer-
The second week of deercamp - it's our favorite time of year"

VintageV

10 kleine Jaegermeister by Die Toten Hosen
(German song)

3 coins in the fountain.......or was it juke box ??

Not to put too fine a point on it:
"Drink, drink, drink. Let every true lover salute his sweetheart. Let's drink!"
rom the "Student Prince"

Angel Of Death----SLAYER! & Rain---The Cult....  1999--Prince

Heaven & Hell--Black Sabbath

The Stonecutter's Theme Song.

Behold!

Who controls the British crown?
Who keeps the metric system down?
We do! We do!


Who leaves Atlantis off the maps?
Who keeps the Martians under wraps?
We do! We do!

Who holds back the electric car?
Who makes Steve Gutenberg a star?
We do! We do!

Who robs cavefish of their sight?
Who rigs every Oscar night?
We do! We do!

ONE BOURBON, ONE SCOTCH, ONE BEER
George Thorogood

...One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since the night before last,
Gotta get a drink man I'm gonna get gassed
Gonna get high man I ain't had enough,
Need me a triple shot of that stuff
Gonna get drunk won't you listen right here,
I want one bourbon, one shot and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

Now by this time I'm plenty high,
You know when your mouth a-getting dry you're plenty high
Looked down the bar I say to my bartender
I said "Look man, come down here", he got down there
So what you want this time?
I said "Look man, a-what time is it?"
He said "The clock on the wall say three o'clock
Last call for alcohol, so what you need?"

One bourbon, one scotch, one beer
No I ain't seen my baby since a nigh' and a week,
Gotta get drunk man till I can't even speak
Gonna get high man listen to me,
One drink ain't enough Jack you better make it three
I wanna get drunk I'm gonna make it real clear,
I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer
One bourbon, one scotch, one beer

having worked for six chord George Thorogood and the Delaware Destroyers as a roadie (Hey, it was better than grad school) for 3 years, I'm glad he got included here.
How about "I Drink Alone"
"Madison Blues"
"If You Don't Start Drinkin', I'm Gonna Leave"
all Thorogood tunes