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The Tossers - Seven Drunken Nights lyrics
Oh as I came home on a monday night Drunk as drunk can be I saw a horse outside the door Where my old horse should be Well I called me wife and I said to her Can you kindly tell to me Who owns that horse Where my old horse should be Well you're drunk you're drunk you silly old fool And now you cannot see Well that's the lovely saddle that mother sent to me Well as many a day I traveled A hundred miles or more But a saddle on a saddle I sure never saw before And as I come home on a Tuesday night As drunk as drunk can be I saw a coat upon the door Where my old coat should be So I called e wife and I says to her Can you kindly tell to me Who owns that coat upon that door Where my old coat should be Well you're drunk you're drunk You silly old fool And now you cannot see Well that's the lovely blanket That me mother sent to me Well as many a day I traveled A hundred miles or more But buttons on a blanket Sure I never saw before And as I come home on a Wednesday night As drunk as drunk can be I saw a pipe upon the chair Where my old pipe should be So I called me wife and I says to her Can you kindly tell to me Who owns that pipe upon the chair Where my old pipe should be Well you're drunk you're drunk You silly old fool And now you cannot see That's the lovely tin whistle That my mother sent to me Well as many a day I traveled A hundred miles or more But tobacco in a tin whistle Sure I never saw before And as I come home on a thursday night As drunk as drunk can be I saw some boots beneath the bed Where my old boots should be So I called me wife and I says to her Can you kindly tell to me Who owns them boots beneath the bed Where my old boots should be Well you're drunk you're drunk You silly old fool and now you cannot see They're two lovely geranium pots me mother sent to me Well as many the day I traveled A hundred miles or more But laces on geranium pots I never saw before And as I came home on a friday night As drunk as drunk can be I saw ahead with you in bed Where my old head should be So I called me wife and I says to her Can you kindly tell to me Who owns that head with you in bed Where my old head should be Well you're drunk you're drunk You silly old fool And now you cannot see That's the baby boy that me mother sent to me Well as many the day I traveled A hundred miles or more But a baby boy with his whiskers on I never saw before LaLaLaLaLaLaLaLaLa. |
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