My mom used to tell me: son, don’t drink no wine Cos it’s – ain’t no fun ‘Cos booze can be bad it’s a poisoned knife When you start to drink you ain’t got no life
Oh – oh it ain’t fantasy Oh – oh I know ‘cos I’ve seen Nightly mean of steal Turned to dust by drink Drink will make you rot. It’ll make you stink This is what I think.
Whiskey in the mornin’ Oy man, you got no brain Whiskey in the mornin’ Life goes down the drain Whiskey in the mornin’ Hangover will make you drink Whiskey in the mornin’ Oy man, you just can not think And in booze you sink You gotta break free.
One day well I just grew up Started drinkin’ hard and I couldn’t stop I saw that my mom was right Whiskey and myself – man, we had a fight!
Oh – oh, it’s been killin’ me Oh – oh, I just couldn’t see That each shot made ma rot and stink If you don’t watch out, you’ll be bossed by drink This is what I think.