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"Blow it out your ass, motorcycle man! I am fhe Devil,

Do you understand?

Just what will you give me for your titties and beer?

I suppose you noticed this little contract here, . ''

YER GODDAM RIGHT, YOU SON-OF-A-WH0RE,

THAT'S ABOUT THE ONLY REASON

I LEARNED WRITIN' FOR . . .

GIMME THAT PAPER ... BET YER ASS

I'LL SIGN . . . 'CAUSE I NEED A BEER, 'N IT'S TITTY-

SQUEEZIN' TIME!

 

 

 

Titties & Beer, Zappa :(

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All that and a great place to get hammered in Vegas:

 

 

Nibblin' on sponge cake,

watchin' the sun bake;

All of those tourists covered with oil.

Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing.

Smell those shrimp

They're beginnin' to boil.

 

Wasted away again in Margaritaville,

Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,

But I know it's nobody's fault.

 

Don't know the reason,

Stayed here all season

With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo.

But it's a real beauty,

A Mexican cutie, how it got here

I haven't a clue.

 

Wasted away again in Margaritaville,

Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,

Now I think, - hell it could be my fault.

 

I blew out my flip flop,

Stepped on a pop top,

Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home.

But there's booze in the blender,

And soon it will render

That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.

 

Wasted away again in Margaritaville

Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt.

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame,

But I know, it's my own damn fault.

Yes, and some people claim that there's a woman to blame

And I know it's my own damn fault.

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Merle Haggard I Think I'll Just Stay Here And Drink

 

Could be holding you tonight,

Could quit doing wrong, start doin' right.

You don't care about what I think.

I think I'll just stay here and drink.

Hey puttin' you down don't square no deal.

Least you know the way I feel.

Take all the money in the bank.

Think 'll just stay here and drink.

 

Listen close and you can hear,

That loud jukebox playin' in my ear.

Ain't no woman gonna change the way I think.

Think 'll just stay here and drink.

 

Hurtin' me now don't mean a thing.

Since lovin' you, don't feel no pain.

My mind ain't nothin' but a total blank.

I think I'll just stay here and drink, yeah.

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G&R Nightrain

 

Loaded like a freight train

Flyin' like an aeroplane

Feelin' like a space brain

One more time tonight

 

Well I'm a west coast struttin'

One bad mother

Got a rattlesnake suitcase

Under my arm

Said I'm a mean machine

Been drinkin' gasoline

And honey you can make my motor hum

Well I got one chance left

In a nine live cat

I got a dog eat dog sly smile

I got a Molotov cocktail with a match to go

I smoke my cigarette with style

An I can tell you honey

You can make my money tonight

 

Wake up late honey put on your clothes

Take your credit card to the liquor store

That's one for you and two for me by tonight

I'll be loaded like a freight train

Flyin' like an aeroplane

Feelin' like a space brain

One more time tonight

 

I'm on the nightrain

Bottoms up

I'm on the nightrain

Fill my cup

I'm on the nightrain

Ready to crash and burn

I never learn

I'm on the nightrain

I love that stuff

I'm on the nightrain

I can never get enough

I'm on the nightrain

Never to return - no

 

Loaded like a freight train

Flyin' like an aeroplane

Speedin' like a space brain

One more time tonight

 

I'm on the nightrain

And I'm lookin' for some

I'm on the nightrain

So's I can leave this slum

I'm on the nightrain

And I'm ready to crash an' burn

Nightrain

Bottoms up

I'm on the nightrain

Fill my cup

I'm on the nightrain

 

Whoa yeah

I'm on the nightrain

Love that stuff

I'm on the nightrain

An I can never get enough

Ridin' the nightrain

I guess I

I guess, I guess, I guess I never learn

 

On the nightrain

Float me home

Ooh I'm on the nightrain

Ridin' the nightrain

Never to return

Nightrain

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Whiskey, gin and brandy

With a glass I'm pretty handy

I'm trying to walk a straight line

On sour mash and cheap wine

So join me for a drink boys

We're gonna make a big noise

So don't worry about tomorrow

Take it today

Forget about the tip

We'll get hell to pay

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Yeah

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

On me

Come on

Dizzy, drunk and fightin'

On tequila white lightnin'

My glass is getting shorter

On whiskey, ice and water

So come on and have a good time

And get blinded out of your mind

So don't worry about tomorrow

Take it today

Forget about the cheque

We'll get hell to pay

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

On me

Get stoned

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Yeah

Have a drink on me

Come on

Oooh

Gonna roll around

Gonna hit the ground

Take another swing

Have another drink

Gonna drink it dry

Gonna get me high

Come on all the boys

Make a noise

CHORUS

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink on me

Have a drink oooooooon me

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Whiskey, gin and brandy

With a glass I'm pretty handy

I'm trying to walk a straight line

On sour mash and cheap wine

So join me for a drink boys

We're gonna make a big noise

So don't worry about tomorrow

Take it today

Forget about the tip

We'll get hell to pay

Have a drink on me

 

:dunno:

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I just going to go with the last verse of a perfect country and western song. And I felt obliged to include it

on this thread. The last verse goes like this here.

 

Well, I was drunk the day my Mom got outta prison.

And I went to pick her up in the rain.

But, before I could get to the station in my pickup truck

She got runned over by a damned old train.

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(Pissing the night away, pissing the night away)

He drinks a Whiskey drink, he drinks a Vodka drink

He drinks a Lager drink, he drinks a Cider drink

He sings the songs that remind him of the good times

He sings the songs that remind him of the better times

(Oh Danny Boy, Danny Boy, Danny Boy)

 

Tubthumping, Chumbawamba

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She said, 'Well I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble...

Yeah I think that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble...

Hey yeeah, you know that you're headed for a whole lot of trouble...

If you ... Take Your Whisky Home'

 

:music_guitarred:

 

Van Halen

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And the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom, so I'll take that walk.

 

~Sublime

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Party Hardy

 

Rock and Roll

 

Drink a Keg

 

Smoke a Bowl

 

I'm a stoner

 

I've got class

 

Fock with my sh!t

 

I'll kick your ass

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And the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom, so I'll take that walk.

 

~Sublime

 

Puts me in a good mood just reading that, timeless music to me. Also reminds me that summers just around the corner :wall:

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Also reminds me that summers just around the corner ;)

 

Yeah, it does. :lol: :banana: :overhead:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well I've been lying awake all night just thinking of you

But a bottle of whiskey lies heavy obstructing my view

I've got a bottle of pills to give me my thrills

And I know that I'm leading a life that kills

 

Wasted Live 1983

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Willie Nelson/Johnny Cash

 

 

Well I gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it cause I know just what I'm gonna do

I'll start to spend my money call evrybody honey and wind up singing the blues

I'll spend my whole paycheck on some old wreck and brother I can name you a few

But I gotta get drunk and I sure do dread it cause I know just what I'm gonna do

 

I gotta get drunk I just can't stay sober there's a lot of good people in town

Who'd like to hear me holler see me spend my dollars

And I wouldn't think of lettin' 'em down

There's a lot of doctors that tell me that I'd better start slowin' it down

But there's more old drunkers than there are old doctors

So I guess we'd better have another round

Well now I gotta get drunk...

[ steel ]

Well I gotta get drunk...

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If you see me walkin down the line :overhead:

With my favrite honky tonk in mind,

Well, Ill be here around suppertime

With my can of dinner :overhead: and a bunch of fine :lol:

 

Beer Drinkers & Hell Raisers, ZZ Top :ninja: :mad: <----------

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Champagne & Reefer by Muddy Waters

 

 

 

Yeah bring me champagne when I'm thirsty. :cheers:

Bring me reefer when I want to get high. :dunno:

Yeah bring me champagne when I'm thirsty.

Bring me reefer when I want to get high.

Well you know when I'm lonely

Bring my woman set her right down here by my side. :banana:

 

Well you know there should be no law

on people that want to smoke a little dope.

Well you know there should be no law

on people that want to smoke a little dope.

Well you know it's good for your head

And it relax your body don't you know. :first:

 

Everytime I get high

I lay my head down on my baby's breast.

Well you know I lay down be quiet

Tryin' to take my rest.

Well you know she done hug and kiss me

Says Muddy your one man that I love the best.

 

I'm gonna get high

Gonna get high just as sure as you know my name.

Y'know I'm gonna get so high this morning

It's going to be a cryin' shame.

Well you know I'm gonna stick with my reefer

Ain't gonna be messin' round with no cocaine.

 

:angry:

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Puts me in a good mood just reading that, timeless music to me. Also reminds me that summers just around the corner :dunno:

 

I SMOKE TWO JOINTS!! :ninja: :wub:

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Mama Told Me (Not to Come)

 

Want some whiskey in your water :thumbsup:

Sugar in your tea

What's all these crazy questions they askin' me

This is the craziest party there could ever be

Don't turn on the lights, 'cause I don't want to see

 

The radio is blastin'

Someone's knocking at the door

I'm lookin' at my girlfriend

She's passed out on the floor :shocking:

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Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars

Oak tree you're in my way

There's too much coke and too much smoke

Look what's going on inside you

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Sweet talkin' people done ran me out of town

I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around

But I'm leavin' this game one step ahead of you

And you will not hear me cry 'cause I do not sing the blues

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We started drinking

Wasn`t thinking too straight

She was doing eighty and

She slammed on the brakes

 

Got so high, we had

To pull to the side

We did some shaking

Til the middle of the night

 

Shaking

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Snapping her fingers

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

She was up and down

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

And round and round

Shaking

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

 

:banana: :banana: :banana:

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took off for a weekend last month

Just to try and recall the whole year.

All of the faces and all of the places,

wonderin' where they all disappeared.

I didn't ponder the question too long;

I was hungry and went out for a bite.

Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,

and we wound up drinkin' all night.

 

:banana:

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I'm not sure if there's a point to this story

But I'm going to tell it again

So many other people try to tell the tale

Not one of them knows the end

 

It was a funk-house in South Carolina

Danced a boy the age of ten

Along with his little brother Billy

And a mother and her father too

Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos

That were given to him when he was drunk

And a drunk temper that was easy to lose

And thank god he didn't dance the funk

 

Well, Billy woke up in the back of his truck

Took a minute to open his eyes

He took a peep into the back of the house

And found himself a big surprise

He didn't see his brother but there was his mother

With her red-headed head in her hands

While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priest

Trying to choke the man

 

Ah Ah Ahhh...

 

Billy looked up from the window to the truck

Threw up, and had to struggle to stand

He saw that red-necked bastard with a hammer

Turn the priest into a shell of a man

The priest was putting up the fight of his life

But he was old and he was bound to lose

The boyfriend hit as hard as he could

And knocked the priest right down to his shoes

 

Well, now Billy knew but never actually met

The preacher lying there in the room

He heard himself say, "That must be my daddy"

Then he knew what he was gonna do

Billy got up enough courage, took it up

And grabbed the first blunt thing he could find

It was a cold, glass bottle of milk

That got delivered every morning at nine

 

Ah Ah Ahhh...

 

Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor, and

He turned around and put the lock on the door

He looked dead into the boyfriend's eye

His mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, then

He took a step toward the man on the ground

From his mouth trickled out a little audible sound

He heard the boyfriend shout, "Get out!"

And Billy said, "Not till I know what this is all about"

"Well, this preacher here was attacking your mama"

But Billy knew just who was starting the drama

So Billy took dead aim at his face

And smashed the bottle on the man who left his dad in disgrace, and

The white milk dripped down with the blood, and the

Boyfriend fell down dead for good

Right next to the preacher who was gasping for air

And Billy shouted, "Daddy, why'd you have to come back here?"

His mama reached behind the sugar and honey, and

Pulled out an envelope filled with money

"Your daddy gave us this," she collapsed in tears

"He's been paying all the bills for years"

"Mama, let's put this body underneath the trees

and put Daddy in the truck and head to Tennessee"

Just then, his little brother came in

Holding the milk man's hat and a bottle of gin singing,

 

La la la la, la la la la, yeah

La la la la, la la la la, yeah

La la la la, la la la la, yeah

La la la, la la la...

La la la la, la la la la, yeah

La la la la, la la la la, yeah

La la la la, la la la la, yeah

La la la, la la la...

La la la la, la la la la, yeah

La la la la, la la la la, yeah

La la la la, la la la la, yeah

La la la la, la la la la, yeah

 

Well now you heard another side to the story

But you wanna know how it ends?

If you must know, the truth about the tale

Go and ask the milkman

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If You Don't Start Drinkin'

 

I'm tired of putting up

With your sober wit

Tired of looking at you

Through an alcoholic haze

You better change

I'm begging you please

Cuz if you don't start drinkin'

I'm gonna leave

 

I wake up in the morning

I'm under the roof

But I get no sympathy

Baby you're too aloof

You better change

Yes, I'm begging you please

Cuz if you don't start drinkin'

I'm gonna leave

 

Budweiser, budweiser, miller lite

Take a little nip baby it's alright

All a fellow wants is company

Come on baby have a taste with me

 

:mad: :banana: :mad:

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I don't know who is worse. Giants Fan or kutulu. :doh:

 

That's cold. :wacko:

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First the painfully obvious: 99 bottles of beer on the wall :mellow:

 

Then, an oldie but a goodie...

 

Irish Rovers - Wasn't That A Party:

 

 

Coulda been the Whisky

Mighta been the Gin

Coulda have been the 3 or 4 six packs

I don't know but look at the mess I'm in

My heads like a football

I think I'm gunna die!

Tellin me oh me oh my

Wasn't that a party!

 

Someone took the grapefruit

And wore it like a hat

I saw someone under my kitchen table

Talkin to my old tom cat

They were talkin 'bout hockey

The cat was talkin back!

I longed about the bed

And everything went black

Oh wasn't that a party!

 

I'm sure it's just my memory

Playin tricks on me

LyricsBut I thought I saw my buddy

Cutting down my neighbors tree

 

Coulda been the Whisky

Mighta been the Gin

Coulda have been the 3 or 4 six packs

I don't know but look at the mess I'm in

My heads like a football

I think I'm gunna die!

Tellin me oh me oh my

Wasn't that a party!

 

Billy Joe and Tommy

Well they went a little far

They were sitting in the backyard

Pulling on the sirens from

Sombodys police car

 

So you see your honor

It was all in fun

A little bit of drag meet down on

Main street boys just to

See if the cops could run

Well they brought us in to see you

In a alcoholic haze

I should have just used those 30 days

To recover from the party

 

Coulda been the Whisky

Mighta been the Gin

Coulda have been the 3 or 4 six packs

I don't know but look at the mess I'm in

My heads like a football

I think I'm gunna die!

Tellin me oh me oh my

Wasn't that a party!

 

Coulda been the Whisky

Mighta been the Gin

Coulda have been the 3 or 4 six packs

I don't know but look at the mess I'm in

My heads like a football

I think I'm gunna die!

Tellin me oh me oh my

Wasn't that a party!

 

Wasn't that a party!

Wasn't that a party!

Wasn't that a party!

Wasn't that a party!

What a party!

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First the painfully obvious: 99 bottles of beer on the wall :thumbsup:

 

Then, an oldie but a goodie...

 

Irish Rovers - Wasn't That A Party:

Coulda been the Whisky

Mighta been the Gin

Coulda have been the 3 or 4 six packs

I don't know but look at the mess I'm in

My heads like a football

I think I'm gunna die!

Tellin me oh me oh my

Wasn't that a party!

 

Someone took the grapefruit

And wore it like a hat

I saw someone under my kitchen table

Talkin to my old tom cat

They were talkin 'bout hockey

The cat was talkin back!

I longed about the bed Long about then everything went black

And everything went black

Oh wasn't that a party!

 

I'm sure it's just my memory

Playin tricks on me

LyricsBut I thought I saw my buddy

Cutting down my neighbors tree

 

Coulda been the Whisky

Mighta been the Gin

Coulda have been the 3 or 4 six packs

I don't know but look at the mess I'm in

My heads like a football

I think I'm gunna die!

Tellin me oh me oh my

Wasn't that a party!

 

Billy Joe and Tommy

Well they went a little far

They were sitting in the backyardThey were sitting in my backyard

Pulling on the sirens fromblowing on the siren in

Sombodys police car

 

So you see your honor

It was all in fun

A little bit of drag meet down onThat little bitty track meet down on main street

Main street boys just to

See if the cops could runWas just to see if the cops could run

Well they brought us in to see youWell, they run us in to see you

In a alcoholic haze

I should have just used those 30 daysI can sure use those thirty days

To recover from the party

 

Coulda been the Whisky

Mighta been the Gin

Coulda have been the 3 or 4 six packs

I don't know but look at the mess I'm in

My heads like a football

I think I'm gunna die!

Tellin me oh me oh my

Wasn't that a party!

 

Coulda been the Whisky

Mighta been the Gin

Coulda have been the 3 or 4 six packs

I don't know but look at the mess I'm in

My heads like a football

I think I'm gunna die!

Tellin me oh me oh my

Wasn't that a party!

 

Wasn't that a party!

Wasn't that a party!

Wasn't that a party!

Wasn't that a party!

What a party!

 

It would have been a great post if the lyrics were correct.

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IN HEAVEN THERE IS NO BEER

disclaimer: I couldn't find the orignal so these will have to do....

 

:rolleyes: :thumbsdown:

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Follow me into the desert

As thirsty as you are

Crack a smile and cut your mouth

And drown in alcohol :pointstosky:

Cause down below the truth is lying

Beneath the riverbed

So quench yourself and drink the water

That flows below her head :lol:

 

Burden In My Hand, Soundgarden :clap:

 

:pointstosky: :banana:

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