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Tequila.

 

 

Good one. :banana: I love Pee wee....we used to watch Pee Wee's Playhouse and smoke lots of the evil weed. :overhead: :dunno:

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You & Me & The Bottle Makes 3 Tonight - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy :dunno:

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ZZ Top-Arrested For Driving While Blind :dunno: :overhead:

 

When you're driving down the highway at night

And you're feelin' that wild turkey's bite

Don't give Johnny Walker a ride

Cause Jack Black is right by your side

You might get taken to the jailhouse and find

You've been arrested for driving while blind

 

Now just the other night with nothin' to do

We broke a case of proof 102

And started itchin' for that wonderful feel

Of rollin' in an automobile

You could say we was out of our mind

And let me tell you we were flyin' while blind

 

Then they had us up against the wall

Hey it's only blood grain alcohol

And there ain't no cause for alarm

We ain't out to do nobody no harm

How could anyone be so unkind

To arrest a man for drivin' while blind

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Last night I came in at 2 with a 10

at 10 I woke up with a 2

I got 20/20 vision when i aint drinking

but lord when i get on that booze

I ain't never been to bed with an ugly woman

but i shore woke up with a few

last night I came in at 2 with a 10

and at 10 i woke up with a 2

 

 

WILLIE!!!!

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Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced - Dropkick Murphys

 

I play in a band, we're the best in the land

We're big in both Chelsea and France

I play one mean guitar and then score at the bar

There's a line of chicks waiting for their chance

So come on now honey, I'll make you feel pretty

These other gals mean nothing to me

Let's finish these drinks and be gone for the night

'Cause I'm more than a handful, you'll see

 

So kiss me, I'm shitfaced

I'm soaked, I'm soiled and brown

in the trousers, she kissed me

And I only bought her one round

 

I can bench press a car, I'm an ex football star

with degrees from both Harvard and Yale

Girls just can't keep up, I'm a real love machine

I've had far better sex while in jail

I've designed the Sears Tower, I make two grand an hour

I cook the world's best duck flambe

I'll take the pick of the litter, girls jockey for me

I don't need these lines to get laid

 

I'm a man of the night, a real ladies delight

See my figure was chiseled from stone

One more for the gal then I'll escort her home

Come last call, I'm never alone

I've a house on the hill with a red water bed

That puts Hugh Heffnor's mansion to shame

With girls by the pool and Italian sports cars

I'm just here in this dump for the game

 

Ahh, ###### it. Who am I shitting?

 

I'm a pitiful sight, and I ain't all that bright

I'm definitely not chiseled from stone

I'm a cheat and a liar, no woman's desire

I'll probably die cold and alone

 

But just give me a chance, 'cause deep down inside

I swear I got a big heart of gold

I'm a monogamous man, no more one night stands

Come on, honey, let me take you home :doublethumbsup:

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Wine is fine but whiskeys quicker

Suicide is slow with liquor

Take a bottle and drown your sorrows

Then it floods away tomorrows

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Wine is fine but whiskeys quicker

Suicide is slow with liquor

Take a bottle and drown your sorrows

Then it floods away tomorrows

:doublethumbsup: OZZZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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You & Me & The Bottle Makes 3 Tonight - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy :thumbsup:

 

:music_guitarred:

 

Kiss Me, I'm Shitfaced - Dropkick Murphys

 

:pointstosky:

 

 

Date Rape - Sublime

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I like songs and I like Booze so my contribution ..................................

 

 

BLACK SABBATH

"Trashed"

 

It really was a meeting

The bottle took a beating

The ladies of the manor

Watched me climb into my car and

I was going down the track about a hundred and five

They had the stop-watch rolling

I had the headlights blazing I was really alive

And yet my mind was blowing

I drank a bottle of tequila and I feel real good

I had the tape deck roaring

But on the twenty-fifth lap at the canal turn

I went of exploring

I knew I wouldn't make it the car just wouldn't make it

I was turning tires burning

The ground was in my sky

I was laughing the ###### was trashed

And death was in my eye

 

I had started pretty good and I was feeling my way

I had the wheels in motion

There was Peter and the Green fly laughing like drains

Inebriation

The crowd was roaring I was at Brands Hatch

In my imagination

But at the canal turn I hit an only patch

Inebriation

 

Ooh Mr. Miracle you saved me from some pain

I thank you Mr. Miracle I won't get trashed again

Ooh can you hear my lies

Don't you bother with this fool just laugh into my eyes

 

So we went back to the bar and hit the bottle again

But there was no tequila

Then we started on the whisky just to steady our brains

'Cos there was no tequila

And as we drank a little faster at the top of our hill

We began to roll

And as we get trashed we were laughing still

Well bless my soul

 

 

WHAT DO I WIN ?

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Pat Dailey - Out Drinkin'

 

You should have seen me last night

when I fell down laughing

and I stumbled down a flight of metal stairs

I went crashing through the window at the VFW hall

and tumbled over a pile of metal chairs

Then I cussed out my girlfriend and I, felt up her mom

I wrecked my car and I think I bruised my spine

 

Oh you, oughta go with me, when I, go out drinkin

I always have myself a real good time

 

I got drunk a stole a boat out of the, Edgewater Yacht club

doing 90 miles an hour right to the bay

I sunk her out by Buckeye point and walked on into town

Tore up someone's flowers on my way

Then I barged into the Crew's nest and I threw up on the rug

I slapped that hostess on her big behind

 

Oh you, oughta go with me, when I, go out drinkin

I always have myself a real good time

 

I talk dirty to the waitress and I never leave a tip

But I leave her my cigar butts in the guacamole dip

 

Oh you, oughta go with me, when I, go out drinkin

I always have myself a real good time

 

Well I'm going out tonight, I'm gonna, tie on a good one

Does anybody here wanna go out drinkin with me!?

I'll take you to this biker bar where we can kick some ass

And a gay bar where we'll get our drinks for free

We'll do shooters of tequila and a case of beer apiece

We'll wash it down with a gallon of cheap wine

 

Oh you, oughta go with me, when I, go out drinkin

I always have myself a real good time

 

I like to do my late night drinkin in those smokey sleazy bars

Then go out in the parking lot and piss on people's cars

 

Oh you, oughta go with me, when I, go out drinkin

I always have myself a real good time

Gimme that wine

I'm feelin so fine

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WHAT DO I WIN ?

 

:thumbsup: :music_guitarred: :pointstosky:

 

Its time to leave and get another quart

Around the corner at the liquor store

Haha, the cheapest stuff is all I need

To get me back on my feet again

 

Ooh, its cold gin time again

You know itll always win

Its cold gin time again

You know its the only thing

That keeps us together, ow

 

~Cold Gin~

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Bad Whiskey Blues by Merline Johnson (1947)

 

I drink so much whiskey, I stagger home in my sleep

I drink so much whiskey, I stagger home in my sleep

Well soon every morning, I'm staggerin' up and down the street

 

If I can't get no whiskey, give me some gin or good wine

The way I keep on worryin', I stay drunk all the time

I drink so much whiskey, I stagger home in my sleep

Well soon every morning, I'm staggerin' up and down the street

 

When I ain't got no liquor, look where everything goes all wrong

That's why I get evil, me and the devil can't get along

I drink so much whiskey, I stagger home in my sleep

Well soon every morning, I'm staggerin' up and down the street

 

It was old bad whiskey, made me lose my best boyfriend

But I can't help it, I would drink until the end

I drink so much whiskey, I stagger home in my sleep

Well soon every morning, I'm staggerin' up and down the street

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Why don't we get drunk and screw :music_guitarred:

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#9 on the Billboard Charts, 1968 :music_guitarred:

 

BOTTLE OF WINE

The Fireballs

 

Rambling around this dirty old town,

Looking for nickels and dimes,

Times getting rough and I ain't got enough,

To buy me a bottle of wine.

 

CHORUS:

Bottle of wine,

Fruit of the vine,

When you gonna let me get sober,

Leave me alone, let me go home,

Let me go back and start over.

 

There's a little hotel just over the hill,

Dark as the coal in the mine,

The blankets are thin, but I lay there and grin,

'Cause I got a little bottle of wine.

 

(CHORUS)

 

I got pains in my head and bugs in my bed,

And my pants are so worn they shine,

Out on the street I ask the people I meet,

"Won't you buy me a bottle of wine?"

 

(CHORUS)

 

The preacher will preach and the teacher will teach,

And the miner will dig in the mine,

But I'll go down the road trusting in God,

And huggin' my bottle of wine.

 

(CHORUS

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With so much drama in the l-b-c

Its kinda hard bein snoop d-o-double-g

But i, somehow, some way

Keep comin up with funky ass ###### like every single day

May i, kick a little something for the gs (yeah)

And, make a few ends as (yeah!) I breeze, through

Two in the mornin and the partys still jumpin

Cause my momma aint home

I got bitches in the living room gettin it on

And, they aint leavin til six in the mornin (six in the mornin)

So what you wanna do, sheeeit

I got a pocket full of rubbers and my homeboys do too

So turn off the lights and close the doors

But (but what) we dont love them hoes, yeah!

So we gonna smoke a ounce to this

Gs up, hoes down, while you ###### bounce to this

 

Chorus: repeat 2x

 

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice

Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

 

Verse two:

 

Now, that, I got me some seagrams gin

Everybody got they cups, but they aint chipped in

Now this types of ######, happens all the time

You got to get yours but fool I gotta get mine

Everything is fine when you listenin to the d-o-g

I got the cultivating music that be captivating he

Who listens, to the words that I speak

As I take me a drink to the middle of the street

And get to mackin to this ###### named sadie (sadie? )

She used to be the homeboys lady (oh, that ######)

Eighty degrees, when I tell that ###### please

Raise up off these n-u-ts, cause you gets none of these

At ease, as I mob with the dogg pound, feel the breeze

Beeeitch, Im just

 

Chorus

 

Verse three:

 

Later on that day

My homey dr. dre came through with a gang of tanqueray

And a fat ass j, of some bubonic chronic that made me choke

######, this aint no joke

I had to back up off of it and sit my cup down

Tanqueray and chronic, yeah Im ###### up now

But it aint no stoppin, Im still poppin

Dre got some bitches from the city of compton

To serve me, not with a cherry on top

Cause when I bust my nut, Im raisin up off the cot

Dont get upset girl, thats just how it goes

I dont love you hoes, Im out the do

And Ill be

 

Chorus

 

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)

Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

Rollin down the street, smokin indo, sippin on gin and juice (beeotch!!)

Laid back [with my mind on my money and my money on my mind]

 

:bandana:

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whiskey river - Willie Nelson (among others)

 

Bubblin' Gold - The Ghettobillies

 

Early in the mornin', thats the crack of dawn to you

we have a toast with our toast and a smoke with our brew

we gotta start the day right with a shot of dynamite

take it down to rebound from the b1tch last night

we're the jackson pollack of alcoholics too....

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Country music basically makes me want to decapitate someone but for some reason I do like "The More I Drink" by Blake Shelton. :bandana: Prolly cuz its basically my life. :first:

 

He was sittin' at the bar, sippin' on a regular Coke

We were drinkin' and smokin' and makin' him the butt of our jokes

We all said, "Man, what happened to you? Why can't you just have a few?"

He said, "I would if I could, but it's probably best that I don't."

 

[Chorus]

Cause the more I drink, the more I drink

Yeah, I'm the world's greatest lover and a dancin' machine

I get loud, I get proud....and it gets worse

Well if I have one, I'll have thirteen

Naw, there ain't no in-between

Cause, the more I drink, the more I drink.

 

A couple of cold ones, and somebody hands me a shot.

Hell, even buck-tooth and bow-legged women start lookin' hot

And pretty soon I'm bummin' cigarettes and sweet talkin' some big brunette

Yeah, once I get on a roll, ain't no tellin' where I'll stop

 

[Chorus]

 

Yep-yep

Humm, that's what I'm talking about

 

Man, if I have one, I'll have thirteen

And they can't get me off the kareoke machine,

The more I drink...the more I drink.

Yeah, the more I drink, the more I drink, the more I drink.

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Another Drinking Song - Mighty Mighty Bosstones

 

Gonna dive into a jive

I've dove into before

Gonna haunt a haunt I've haunted

Like a million times or more

A familiar joint

Where getting drunk's the only point

To frequent this place

With any frequency at all

Countin' on a remedy

I've counted on before

Goin' with a cure that's never failed me

What you call the disease,

I call the remedy

What you're callin' the cause,

I call the cure

Gonna sing a song, a song to you

A song I've sung before

Belt out a ballad that I've belted out

A million times or more

The words I'm gonna scream

And getting drunk's the central theme

to the lyrics, if you can

Make the lyrics out at all

Countin' on a remedy

I've counted on before

Goin' with a cure that's never failed me

What you call the disease,

I call the remedy

What you're callin' the cause,

I call the cure

Just a devotion to a potion

Please no applause

A dedication to a medication

A crutch a cure a cause

What I've counted on to pick me up

Has knocked me to my knees

Before I hit the floor once more

I'll call it the disease

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One bourbon :nono:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One scotch :ninja:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And one beer :thumbsdown:

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chug-a-lug

 

:cheers:

 

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

Make you want to holler hi-de-ho

Burns your tummy, don'tcha know

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug

 

Grape wine in a Mason jar

Homemade and brought to school

By a friend of mine 'n' after class

Me and him and this other fool decide that we'll drink up what's left

Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourself

First time for everything

Mm, my ears still ring

 

CHORUS

 

4-H and FFA on a field trip to the farm

Me 'n' a friend sneak off behind

This big old barn where we uncovered a covered-up moonshine still

And we thought we'd drink our fill

And I swallered it with a smile

*Bllll-bbbb*, I run ten mile

 

CHORUS

 

Jukebox 'n' sawdust floor

Sumpin' like I ain't never seen

And I'm just going on fifteen

But with the help of my finaglin' uncle I get snuck in

For my first taste of sin.

I said "Lemme have a big old sip"

*Bllll-bbbb*, I done a double back flip

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Beercan, Beck

 

How you like me now

pretty good

going on

feeling strong

 

I quit my job blowing leaves

telephone bills up my sleeves

choking like a one man dustball

freedom rock slimeball

talking in code, i went down

lit up the shack

grab me a beer out of the sack :cheers:

everybodys been over twice

painting the walls throwing some dice

leaping up into the air getting juiced up beyond belief <_<

 

and they were singing like this :banana:

 

why go throwing Frisbees at the sun

put my soul between the bun

now I wandering now I'm drunk

now I'm running like a flaming pig :banana:

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You guys suck. You seriously need to listen to more patriotic North Korean music.

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kind of about beer

 

 

 

 

 

 

well i woke up sunday mornin, with no way to hang my head that, didnt hurt

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In some of my songs i have casually mentioned

The fact that i like to drink beer

This little song is more to the point

Roll out the barrel and lend me your ears

 

(Chorus:)

I like beer. it makes me a jolly good fellow

I like beer. it helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow (makes him feel mellow)

Whiskey's too rough, champagne costs too much, vodka puts my mouth in gear

This little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact i like beer

(he likes beer)

 

My wife often frowns when we're out on the town

And i'm wearing a suit and a tie

She's sipping vermouth and she thinks i'm uncouth

When i yell as the waiter goes by

 

(Chorus)

 

Last night i dreamed that i passed from the scene

And i went to a place so sublime

Aw, the water was clear and tasted like beer

Then they turned it all into wine

 

I like beer. it makes me a jolly good fellow

I like beer. it helps me unwind and sometimes it makes me feel mellow (makes him feel mellow)

Whiskey's too rough, champagne costs too much, and vodka puts my mouth in gear

Aw, this little refrain should help me explain as a matter of fact i love beer

(yes, he likes beer)

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I aint an educated man

As all you fleet street preachers know,

Its just the simple things in life

Get my motor running, ready to go

If I can make you smile

I will raise my glass,

An if you dont like it

Then, baby, you can kiss my ass!

You can tell me its wrong,

But, I love wine, women an song

 

:thumbsup: :wub: :doublethumbsup:

 

~Whitesnake

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and the beer i had for breakfast, wasn't bad so i had one more, for dessert

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Two Cents Worth Lyrics

» Kansas

Well I been drinkin' again

And I know it's a sin

But I just can't refuse an old friend

Cause life is gettin' me down

And I been two times around

And there ain't nothing but pain around the bend

I'm not made for the time

I'm born in the wrong century

There's too much craziness here

In twenty-five years I have used all the tears in my eyes

 

Now this old world is a fright

You know my future ain't bright

And I'd just crawl in a hole if I could

Or maybe live out in space

Or some other far away place

And not come back to this earth till it's good

Oh but I'm dreaming again

I know that I'm here till the end

There's too much craziness here

In twenty-five years I have used all the tears in my eyes

 

Well you might think that I'm all wrong

The things I say in this song

I really wish I could see it your way

Cause there's a storm rollin' in

And it just might be the end

So I'm praying we'll all get away

Now my cup is running dry

The weight of the world gets me down

There's too much craziness here

In twenty-five years I have used all the tears in my eyes

 

There's nowhere to turn

So I'll just have to learn not to cry, no more

It's all I can do till we find something new

But I'll get by you know I'll try

In twenty-five years I have used all the tears in my eyes.

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Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey

Brass Monkey - junkie

That funky Monkey

 

Got this dance that's more than real

Drink Brass Monkey - here's how you feel

Put your left leg down - your right leg up

Tilt your head back - let's finish the cup :cheers:

M.C.A. with the bottle - D. rocks the can

Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan

We're offered Moet - we don't mind Chivas

Wherever we go with bring the Monkey with us :banana:

Adrock drinks three - Mike D. is D.

Double R. foots the bill most definitely

I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well

I got a Castle in Brooklyn - that's where I dwell :unsure:

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Not typical of what they normally sing about, but "Sober" by Muse

 

 

 

"Sober"

 

Royal Canadian blended

The spicy aroma had mended me

Matured for years and imported

Into my glass you poured it

 

And you're the only reason

That I remain unfrozen

Suppose it stands to reason

That you would turn on me

 

You're so solid

You're so solid

It burns inside of me

Cause you're so solid

It burns inside of me

 

The wild turkey's been chosen

Its caramel nose could smell me

Arbourler/Jameson I love you

The single malts came burning

 

And you're the only reason

That I remain unfrozen

Suppose it stands to reason

That you would turn on me

 

You're so solid

You're so solid

It burns inside of me

Cause you're so solid

It burns inside of me

 

Royal Canadian Blended

The spicy aroma had mended me

And you're the only reason

That I remain unfrozen

Suppose it stands to reason

That you would turn on me

 

You're so solid

You're so solid

It burns inside of me

Cause you're so solid

It burns inside of me

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An El Paso hellhole, I couldn't get much higher

White lightning moonshine, tastes like fire

I drank for free till I couldn't see

I fell on the floor, what I said is

 

I'm blind in Texas, the lone star is hot tonight

I'm blind in Texas, the cowboys have taken my eyes

 

I drank Dallas whiskey and lost my mind

Had high-balls in Houston, three for a dime

Everything starts to spin, loaded on gin

I fell out the door, what I said is

 

I'm blind in Texas, the lone star is hot tonight

I'm blind in Texas, the cowboys have taken my eyes

 

Blind In Texas , W*A*S*P

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