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Too Much Brandy
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Too Much Brandy was released on March 25, 2002 by Vice Records/Atlantic as a part of the album Original Pirate Material
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Release DateMarch 25, 2002
LabelVice Records/Atlantic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM130

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Streets
The Streets
Performer
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Arranger, Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Producer, Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Smell of good earthy herbs makes my nerves shudder
But where were you that cold December?
'Cause we were in the Grasshopper spending guilders
Central Station charged up like Scarface
Amsterdam ain't a nice place off your face
We enter the race
Walk down, been there before, done that, no joy
If you're bored, let's go see Roy and get fucked up with the boys
Calvin, Schmalvin, I'm well within my limit
Oh hang on a minute, these mushrooms just kicked in
Think I might be finished
The ball game heads for the worse
For what it's worth I might just fall off the edge of the earth
Brain's kind of surfing now
We wander down darkened pathways in a daze
(Why?) Want to buy any cocaine, boy?
(Am I paranoid?) Yes, you are paranoid
Charlie, darling, please save me, this is raving
Take me home to my baby
Two bags of mushrooms, room's mushed up and I need a cradle
[Verse 2]
In its own little way, my body was trying to say
That you better stop drinking brandy
In its own little way, my body was trying to say
That you better stop drinking brandy
[Verse 3]
Now getting to the bar's gonna be trouble
So the Marlon's will have to be doubles
Then you drink doubles
The same speed you drink singles
Ah, beautiful, the barman holds aloft the crystal glass
And I'm having all that's in the bubble in the bottom of the bottle
Then by three or four, your head's a bit mangled
Club's full, you mingle
You dance the fandango
You sing all your favorite jingles
Far gone on one, call me Baron Von Marlon
One has a monocle and cigar
Dickie bow and long johns
My utility belt tells me it's to the bar Batman
Fat cans of that larger then it's straight to the dance floor
For much more fancy footwork, it's adored by many amour
Don't awe me with your little old sidestep technique
Get to the beat, loosen up, it's The Streets
[Verse 4]
In its own little way, my body was trying to say
That you better stop drinking brandy
In its own little way, my body was trying to say
That you better stop drinking brandy
[Verse 5]
We eat junk food, sat drunk on the tube
Every time the train clunks I feel like puking
Wonder whether that beautiful bird will ring
Then all goes hazy
These are the days we walking up our team back to the road
Talking, no shouting actually, loads more drunk by Jove
Mind's focused, balance fucked up
Ra-ra-ra, it's all back to the Dogstar
And if it's his round I'm quite partial to another Marlon at the bar
Bad idea to start again late
Should've given my brain a break
Take it easy, mate
You start to think you're a state
You definitely are a state
[Verse 6]
In its own little way, my body was trying to say
That you better stop drinking brandy
In its own little way, my body was trying to say
That you better stop drinking brandy
Written by: Mike Skinner
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