Treasure Island

Buddy Bee Anthony

Drinking Song

I often drink until I hit the floor

God bless my favorite all night liquor store

Of course I'll sober up when I'm asleep

So, I may then start counting drunken sheep

To boldly swig a shot to meet the day

Cause, without a drink, I cannot run and hide

It helps me shoo away them feet of clay

When them massive shit storms hit

and those other worlds collide

Do you now know why I need to take a drink

I can't seem to stand nor understand the evening news

I hide my dearest friends under my sink

Mr. Johnny Walker Red

and his kissin cousin

Labelled Lady Blue

To sober up would only make me sick

So, bartender pour me one more drink and make it quick

If I could only rob a liquor store

Then I would drink and drink a little more.

If everybody could only drink like us

To drink and drive could never be illegal

Wouldn't have to park our cars

Run to have to catch a bus

We'd fly so high just like a Golden Eagle

I often dream until I hit the floor

God bless my favorite all night dreamin store

So have a drink and a dream

it's on me...

Buddy Bee Anthony

Submitted: Sunday, November 20, 2011
Edited: Saturday, July 05, 2014

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