The Langer's Ball - Cork Dry Gin | Текст песни

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The Whiskey makes me frisky, I think it’s outta sight!
That’s the drink I’m drinkin’ almost any night
I may wake up with some body aches & wound up awful tight
But then I go for the hair of the dog and the thing that suits me right

CORK DRY GIN With some Tonic and a lime
CORK DRY GIN It’s Martini time
I said CORK DRY GIN and I’ll be feelin’ fine
With some CORK DRY GIN

Oh the Ciders a little lighter, nice & sweet & dry
Amber or a golden brown, the apple of my eye
But sometimes I get bored with it & must diversify
So I look for the bartender & you’ll hear me cry

Don’t pour me Tanqueray
Beefeaters is not okay
And I don’t want that ol’ Bombay
I just want…

I’m a hoarder of the porter; I’ll drink ‘em by the score
If you drop me in a lake of it, I’d never go for shore
But sometimes after pints & pints & pints & pints & galore
I wish to Christ & God above that someone would just pour


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