The Drinking Man
The Drinking Man
So whats it you do? Can you play that thing?
Is it blues or Irish or country swing?
Sing a little song that we all can sing
And Ill drink to the melody
And what do we care if weve had one or two
And we smoke and we natter and we drink right through
You think it gets better, then the jokes on you
And Ill drink to the comedy
One more ballad, thats enough for me
Lets drink to the comedy
Sing a song about heroes, a song of the brave
In and endless fight, in and unmarked grave
Just hand me another bloody flag to wave
And Ill drink to Her Majesty
I know whos getting all the cakes and jam
Im not the bloody fool they think I am
And a vote from me isnt worth a damn
But Ill drink to democracy
When they call the roll yonder, hope they dont call me
Lets drink to democracy
When they call the roll yonder, hope they dont call me
Lets drink to democracy
Can a man stand tall when hes on one knee
Can he stride with the best or ride with the free
Dragging chains of silver with a golden key
And drink to prosperity
But whos got the planes and whos got the guns
And sends us a bill when the wars been won
Or hands us a mop when the dirts been done
Lets drink to the enemy
Are you still on the side where you thought youd be?
Lets drink to the enemy
Are you still on the side where you thought youd be?
Lets drink to the enemy
Sing an old one now of the times that we knew
When a man didnt crawl for a job to do
Or die of old age at the end of the queue
Lets drink to humanity
Too smug by half, all calm and content
You come on like a chappie, you talk like a gent
Youll be safe back home when our moneys all spent
But Ill drink to your memory
Put your money away, this ones on me
Lets drink to your memory
Put your money away, this ones on me
Lets drink to your memory
© Copyright 1989 Danny Carnahan/Post-Trad Music