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Drunken Man's Curse
02:24
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The night is cold, the night is long
But two pints of beer will surely keep you warm
Three pints of beer, can’t think clear
But at the Fourth, the curse is here
I remember,(he remembers) I was at the pub
I winked at you and then you stood up
You walked towards me and then I got to see
My beer goggles were not working for me
Another pint… in front of you
You really should stop
but you don’t know how to
Ok, last one
Drunken man’s curse
Here we come!!!
You're drunk and you fell on your arse
But it’s probably the drunken man’s curse
Gravity ain’t your friend you see
When you're under the drunken man's curse
Five! Drunk dial your ex-wife!
Six! Throw some tequila in the mix!
Seven! Oh!? It’s only eleven?
Eight! throw up all over your mate
I remember, (what happened) I was at the bar
I was so drunk, lost the keys to my car
You thought it was a lesson, like hell it was
Stayed and drank all night, so raise your glass
Another pint in front of you
You really should stop
but you don’t know… how to
OK… last one
Drunken man’s curse
here we come!!!
You're drunk and you fell on your arse
But it’s probably the drunken man’s curse
Gravity ain’t your friend you see
When you're under the drunken man's curse
You're drunk and you fell in love
But it’s probably the drunken man’s curse
your front-door key is not your friend you see
When you're under the drunken man's curse
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2. |
Humongous Tattood Arms
02:23
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My father was a sailor-man back in the day
Back in the day, when I was young.
Just a baby boy, but man did I love him
To you, in the night, I would call.
I didn't see much of him when I was younger
And boy, did I miss him a lot.
But when he came home, he kissed me and hugged me
With humongous tattooed arms.
A sleeve full of memories, each picture a story
I'm so proud to be a part of that arm.
Anchors, bottles, ships and a picture of me
as his lucky charm.
The ship, his passion, his work, his life,
and it brought him back to us.
An anchor stands for safety, security, protection
That's what he needed the most
The bottle is a comfort late at night,
When he looked at pictures of us.
And I earned that spot, cause kids are forever,
On those humongous tattooed arms.
A sleeve full of memories, each picture a story
I'm so proud to be a part of that arm.
Anchors, bottles, ships and a picture of me
as his lucky charm.
A sleeve full of memories, each picture a story
I'm so proud to be a part of that arm.
Anchors, bottles, ships and a picture of me
as his lucky charm.
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3. |
st. Patrick's Day
03:17
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st. Patrick's day!
It was a sad sad day
The day that he became a slave
To Ireland he came
And st. Patrick was his name
With the sheep he stayed
Until he finally escaped
After six long years
Working on those sad sad days
Drink your beers and let the music play
Let's celebrate st. Patrick's day
Drink your beers and let the music play
Let's celebrate st. Patrick's
st. Patrick's day!
So now we celebrate
The day we call st. Patrick's day
So just collaborate
And all wear green on his day
From Ireland
All the way to the USA
We drink our beers
And hand out a big big cheer
Drink your beers and let the music play
Let's celebrate st. Patrick's day
Drink your beers and let the music play
Let's celebrate st. Patrick's day
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4. |
That Kiss
02:51
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I'm standing in front of my granddad's house
He opens up, and gives me a smile
I say, hey old man, you're looking great today
I hope, when at your age, I'll look half as great as you
His smile fades away and he says young man
Growing old ain't as great as you'd think it would be
Don't get me wrong I've seen some wonderful things
I've seen a little girl turn into your mother
And a little boy, into you
It's your friends, your mates, your comrades
But mostly your wife you'll miss
Now i sit here, thinking of them
How they all came to pass
It's the nights we would drink,
The nights of fun
But mostly I miss that kiss
I miss that kiss
He told me the stories about a wonderful time
About a time with his friends
The mischievous he'd done and the pranks he pulled
The old man, had me laughing all day long
Then his face turned sad, with a tear in his eye
And I know that he's thinking of her
My granddad, he lost his wife
The one who always stood by
The one that he now misses
It's your friends, your mates, your comrades
But mostly your wife you'll miss
Now i'm sitting here, thinking of them
How they all came to pass
It's the nights we would drink,
The nights of fun
But mostly I miss that kiss
I miss that kiss
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Drunken Dolly Rotterdam, The Netherlands
Drunken Dolly started in 2004, inspired by bands
like “Dropkick Murphy's” and “Flogging
Molly”.
through the years, the band managed to create
an cocky mix of punk and folk..
On their ep “Drunken Dolly and the
Drunken Man's Curse” you can hear the
raw sound of Rancid and NoFX, cheered up with a
hint of The Pogues and Dubliners. Add some Beach Boys style harmonic vocals and that's Drunken
Dolly.
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