Early in the morning?





Look it's leonhardt

schwepo

Put him in a boat and row him over!
Put him in a boat and row him over!
Put him in a boat and row him over!
Early in the morning!!

Way, hay up she rises!
Way, hay, up she rises!
Way, hay, up she rises!
Early in the morning!!

2the9s said:

Really, 2the9s.

Warning Remember, although this is a fun song to sing, drinking excessively is not good for your health and could lead to serious problems and addictions. In fact, addictions of all types can be very serious health concerns. Please visit NIDA for Teens: The Science Behind Drug Abuse and the Be Smart, Don't Start website of The National Clearinghouse for Alcohol and Drug Information. You should also visit the National Institute on Drug Abuse (NIDA) and NIDA's Mind Over Matter site to learn more about addictions. And check out their Marijuana: Facts for Teens and Facts for Parents website. Also check out Tips 4 Kids, Prevent the Addiction and FDA Kids!

take him to the pub and get him sober
take him to the pub and get him sober
take him to the pub and get him sober
take him to the pub and get him sober
early in the mornin...


I never understood this line because wouldn't you be getting drunk at the pub

Let's make this thread about drinking songs! Songs about drinking or songs that are good to drink to!

Are there any Prince songs that are good drinking songs?

Here's one:

I HAVE A DOG HIS NAME IS FRITZ
By Ivor Biggun and the Red Nose Burglers
The capitalized bits are the chorus.

I have a dog his name is Rover.
OH MY GOODNESS!
I have a dog his name is Rover.
EEE BY GUM!
I have a dog his name is Rover,
And when he shits he shits all over.
SHIT ALL ROUND THE ROOM ME BOYS,
SHIT ALL ROUND THE ROOM.

I have a dog his name is Fritz.
OH MY GOODNESS!
I have a sausage dog his name is Fritz.
EEE BY GUM!
I have a dog his name is Fritz,
And when he shits, he shits and shits,
SHIT ALL ROUND THE ROOM ME BOYS,
SHIT ALL ROUND THE ROOM.

I have a dog a big Great Dane.
OH MY GOODNESS!
I have a dog a big Great Dane.
EEE BY GUM!
I've got a dog a big Great Dane,
He wipes his bum and pulls the chain.
SHIT ALL ROUND THE ROOM ME BOYS,
SHIT ALL ROUND THE ROOM!

mrbungle said:

Ask MBGITW.

The Night Before Larry Was Stretched

Oh, the night before Larry was stretched
Well the boys they all paid him a visit
A bit in their sacks too they fetched
For they sweated their duds till they ris` it
For Larry was always the lad
When a boy was condemned to the Squeezer
Would fence all the duds that he had
For to help his poor friend to a sneezer--
-- And warm his ol` gob `fore he died

Well the boys they came crowding in fast
And they threw all their stools `round about him
Six glims round his trap-case was placed
For he couldn`t be well-waked without them

When one of them asked, "Could he die
Without having duly repented?"
Said Larry, "That`s all in me eye
And first by the clergy invented--
--For to get a fat bit for themselves"

"Oh and I`ll be cut up like a pie:
And me nob from me body be parted.
You`re in the wrong box, then, says I,
For blast me if they`re so hard-hearted

"A chalk on the back of your neck
Is all that Jack Catch dares to give you
Then mind not such trifle`s affect
Oh why should the likes of them grieve you?--
--And now boys, come tip us the deck."

Well the cards being called for they played
Until Larry found one of them cheated
A point in his napper was made
For the boy he`d been easily heated

"Oh, hold me the hokey, you thief!
I`ll scuttle your knob with me dodle!
You cheat me because I`m in grief
Ah, but soon I`ll demolish your noddle--
--And leave you your claret to drink"

Then the clergy came in with his book
And he spoke him so smooth and so civil
Larry tipped him kill-sour look
And he pitched his big wig to the devil

Then sighing he threw back his head
For to get a sweet drop of the bottle
And dutiful sighing he said,
"Oh the hempt `twill be soon `round me throttle--
--And choke me poor windpipe to death.

"Oh then sure it`s the best way to die
Oh the dead are no better the living
For now when the gallows is high
Our journey is shorter to heaven."

But what harasses Larry the most
And makes his soul poor melancholy
Is he thinks of the time when his ghost
It will come in a sheet to Sweet Molly--
--"Oh sure, it`ll kill her alive"

So moving, these last words he spoke
We all vented our tears in a shower
For me own part I thought me heart broke
For to see him cut down like a flower

On his travels we watched him next day
The throttler I thought I could kill him
But Larry not one word did say
Nor change did he come to King William--
--And then did his color grow white.

When he came to the old Dublin Chit
He was tucked up so neat and so pretty
The rumbler jugged off from his feet
And he died with his face to the city

He kicked too, but that was all pride
For soon you might see `twas all over
Soon after the noose was untied
In darkness we waked him in clover--
--And sent him to take his ground sweat

Oh, the night before Larry was stretched
Well the boys they all paid him a visit
A bit in their sacks too they fetched
For they sweated their duds till they ris` it

For Larry was always the lad
When a boy was condemned to the Squeezer
Would fence all the duds that he had
For to help his poor friend to a sneezer--
--And warm his ol` gob `fore he died
--And warm his ol` gob `fore he died

althom said:

mrbungle said:

Looks more like David Schwimmer to me.

I don't know any Prince songs about drinking but I do know a Gorge Thourogood songe.

One Whiskey, One Shot and One Beer

That's enough to make me hear voices

JDINTERACTIVE said:

Do you know leonhardt?

mrbungle said:

Nope.

The drinks will flow and blood will spill and if the boys want fight you better let them.

Thin Lizzy

Day-o, Day-o
Daylight come and we want go home
Day, is a day, is a day, is a day, is a day, is a day-o
Daylight come, and we want go . . .

Work all night on a drink of rum
(Daylight come and we want go home)
Stack banana til the morning come
(Daylight come and we want go home)

Come Mister Tally Man, tally me banana
(Daylight come and we want go home)
Come Mister Tally Man, tally me banana
(Daylight come and we want go home)
6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot bunch
(Daylight come and we want go home)
6 foot, 7 foot 8 foot bunch
(Daylight come and we want go home)

Day, is a day-o
(Daylight come and we want go home)
Day, is a day, is a day, is a day, is a day, is a day-o
(Daylight come and we want go home)

A beautiful bunch of ripe banana
(Daylight come and we want go home)
Hide the deadly black tarantula
(Daylight come and we want go home)

It's 6 foot, 7 foot, 8 foot bunch
(Daylight come and we want go home)
6 foot, 7 foot 8 foot bunch
(Daylight come and we want go home)
Day, is a day-o
(Daylight come and we want go home)
Day, is a day, is a day, is a day, is a day, is a day-o
(Daylight come and we want go home)

Come Mister Tally Man, Tally me banana
(Daylight come and we want go home)
Come Mister Tally Man, tally me banana
(Daylight come and we want go home)

Day-o, Day-o
Daylight come and we want go home
Day, is a day, is a day, is a day, is a day, is a day-o
(Daylight come and we want go home)

put him in a hammock

poor...poor sailor

JDINTERACTIVE said:

The guy is fucking goofball. He actually looks like lots of people. Here is another Leonhardt look alike


Dam I can't find the picture of the question mark guy. I need to pick up some film so hopefully there are a shit load of songs to get drunk to.

Well i stumbled and i am all drunk and full of smoke
my wife said i have had enough, im sick, thats it, get out!
so i stumbled down to kellys pub across the edge of town
and i told the boys me story and we had another round

we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!
we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!
and if i see a pretty girl, ill sleep with her tonight!
we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!

and mary mcgregor, she was a pretty whore
she'd always greet you with a smile and never lock her door
but on the day she died, all the men in town did weep
for mary mcgregor finally got some sleep

we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!
we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!
and if i see a pretty girl, ill sleep with her tonight!
we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!

well i once loved a girl, a child im told
i gave her my heart and she gave my a cold
so now i sit standing here out in the pouring rain
ill stumble back to kellys pub and cry away me pain

we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!
we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!
and if i see a pretty girl, ill sleep with her tonight!
we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and fight!

Monty Python!

Philosopher's Beer Drinking Song!

Immanuel Kant was a real pissant
who was very rarely stable.
Heidegger, Heidegger was a boozy beggar
who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out consume
Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel,
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine
who was just as sloshed as Schlegel.

There's nothing Nietzsche couldn't teach ya
'bout the raisin' of the wrist.
Socrates himself was permanently pissed.

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will,
after half a pint of shandy was particularly ill.
Plato, they say, could stick it away,
'alf a crate of whiskey every day!
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
and Hobbes was fond of his Dram.
And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart:
"I drink, therefore I am."

Yes, Socrates himself is particularly missed;
A lovely little thinker, but a bugger when he's pissed!

Arrr!

fondle him

2the9s said:

Kill-joy.

2the9s said:

This was the one I was going to post.

We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing

I get knocked down!
But I get up again!
You're never going to keep me down!

Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away

He drinks a whisky 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...

I get knocked down!
But I get up again!
You're never going to keep me down!

Pissing the night away
Pissing the night away

He drinks a whisky 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:

Don't cry for me
Next door neighbour...

I get knocked down!
But I get up again!
You're never going to keep me down!

We'll be singing
When we're winning
We'll be singing

California Drinking Song




Oh, we had a little party down in Newport,

There was Harry, there was Mary, there was Grace.

Oh, we had a little party down in Newport,

And we had to carry Harry from the place.



Oh, we had to carry Harry to the ferry,

And we had to carry him to the shore.

And the reason that we had to carry Harry to the ferry,

Was that Harry couldn't carry anymore.



For California, for California,

The hills resound the cry, we're out to do or die.

For California, for California,

We'll win the game or know the reason why.



And when the game is over we will buy a case of booze,

And we'll drink to California 'til we wallow in our shoes.

So drink, tra-la-la

Drink, drank, drunk last night

Drunk the night before

Gonna get drunk tonight like we've never been drunk before

'Cause when I'm drunk I'm as happy as can be

For I'm a member of the Souse family.

Oh, the Souse family is the best family

That ever came over from old Germany.

There's the Highland Dutch and the Lowland Dutch,

And the goddamn Dutch and the Irish.



Sing Glorious! Victorious!

One keg of beer for the four of us.

Sing Glory be to God that there are no more of us,

For one of us could drink it all alone, damned near.



Here's to the Irish. Dead drunk!

The lucky stiffs.

They had four fifths,

And a six pack, too. Brew 102.

The lucky stiffs.

As I was walking one fine morning
In the month of June, by the jug and spoon,
A birdie sat on an ivy bunch,
And the song it sang was a jug o' punch.


chorus: Too-ra-loo-ra-loo, too-ra-loo-ra-loo
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo, too-ra-loo-ra-loo
A birdie sat on an ivy bunch,
And the song it sang was a jug o' punch.


What more perversion can a man desire
Than to whip his girl by an open fire,
A kerry pipin to crackle and crunch,
Aye and on the table a jug o' punch


Even the doctor with all his art,
Cannot cure a man of a broken heart,
Even the cripple forgets his hunch,
When he's safe outside of a jug o' punch.


When I am dead and I am in my grave,
There is just on thing, that I do crave,
Just lay me down in my native peat,
With a jug o' punch at my head and feet.

I've been a hard drinker for many a year,
And I always fall over on ten pints of beer,
So now when I drink, I sit on the floor,
And I never will risk falling over no more.


chorus: And it's no, nay, never,
No, nay, never, no more,
Will I drink and fall over,
No never, no more.


I went to a bar that I used to frequent,
Despite having sworn that I'd give up for Lent,
I asked for two pints, but the barman said "Nay!
You'll only fall over like you did yesterday."


I'll pulled from my pocket two shiny gold pounds,
And I managed to do it without falling down,
The barman said "Sir, please choose from this list,
And I'm sorry if just now I thought you were Brahms".


I think that I'll stick now to stiff drinks and shorts,
Like whiskey and ponche and pernods and ports,
Cut down on the volume of all that I drink,
Then at least when I throw up I won't block the sink.


I'll go back to my girlfriend, confess what I've done,
And if she should hit me I won't turn and run,
I'll promise to give up... but if I should fail...
I'll see you next Thursday for ten pints of ale.

bkw said:

Damn Brett, when are you, me, and rd going drinking?

2the9s said:

We have got to do it one day!

As rd said to me, "we would wreck shit"
[This message was edited Tue Dec 16 17:01:35 PST 2003 by bkw]

mrbungle said: