Cuddle up and don't get tight.
You've consumed a lot of whiskey, baby
I think that should hold you for the night:
Not ev'ry stomach has a copper lining
Wait until the gin soaks through,
And smile, my honey dear
While I finish up my beer
So that I can be alcoholic, too.
Drink it down, down, down, down
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|Created||:||2003 August 24|
|Modified||:||2004 February 25; October 26; 2005 November 11; 2006 January 28: 2010 February 24|
|Author||:||Jeff "Little Head" Hutchinson|
|:||Hutchinson dot Jeff at gmail dot com|