Songtexte

Whiskey, whiskey The singer's getting sore We raised the roof Now we're lowering the floor The band is blistered but we've got a little bit more When I say 1, 2 you say 3, 4 One, two Three, four Altogether Altogether gone It's now or never if you want another song On and on goes the ringing of the bell Off we go, this song won't sing itself So soldiers at my side come on It's you and me tonight Whiskey, whiskey The singer's getting sore We raised the roof Now we're lowering the floor The band is blistered but we've got a little bit more When I say 1, 2 you say 3, 4 One, two Three, four Oh mister moonlight You gotta let 'em play If the devils wanna dance Then the piper wants his pay Hide me in a hiding place Where good sense never goes Take me to the fountain Where the firewater flows Find our alibies and lies And lose ourselves tonight Whiskey, whiskey The singer's getting sore We raised the roof Now we're lowering the floor The band is blistered but we've got a little bit more When I say 1, 2 you say 3, 4 One, two Three, four Trying to get the whole room on the dance floor Is like trying to put a square peg in a round hole I'm not saying it ain't something that we shouldn't try to do Don't do it for me though, do it for you You've been minding your manners and behaving yourself But there's still a lot of bottles left upon the shelf So wet my little whistle now and give a dog a bone I can take it up a notch, can't do it alone So soldiers at my side It's you and me tonight Whiskey, whiskey The singer's getting sore We raised the roof Now we're lowering the floor The band is blistered but we've got a little bit more When I say 1, 2 you say 3, 4 One, two Three, four Whiskey, whiskey The singer's getting sore We raised the roof Now we're lowering the floor The band is blistered but we've got a little bit more When I say 1, 2 you say 3, 4 One, two Three, four
Writer(s): Ed Robertson, Alan Thomas Doyle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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