Song Length |
2:25 |
Genre |
Jazz - Lounge |
Language |
English |
| |
Lyrics
Whisky Day
Hey Sam, 'nother glass of poison for the road
y'a know, I'm really tired of that toad!
'been three days sinc i've seen him;
I wanna die, I just can't win!
Chorus:
Whisky, whisky wisk me away
Whisky Today...
Hey Tom, how 'bout something to keep me in shape?
Cyanide caps with venom from a snake.
I lost my man
And I don't understand,
Chorus
Garçon, garçon something strong for my braino,
Curare and acid and bleech and Drano,
Add ten seconals just to finish th meal,
This tim I thought it was real...`
And for desert how 'bout an éclair with lye?
Just getting ready to die.
Anything to hasten the blow,
Sinking down...real.....slow.....
Hey Tim, shove over that bowl full of morphine.
Got a bad case of the banana spleen
If you know what I mean!
Where's the last place he's been seen?...
Chorus
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