simagine my friend that the well has run dry  the bar keep resigns cause there won't be more rye  trade lies with your mates and then you have a good cry  it's finally happened, no more good times  what would you do and what would you say  if some bloody bastard took the high balls away  my god the world would insist that we cannot  be happy until we are pissed off our ass!  day by day they take our freedom  who the hell gives them the right  hold your glass up high and we'll  drink on and on and on and on  if i'm happy or i'm sad  jack daniel's makes me feel alright  raise your glass up hight and we'll sing  on and on and on and on  all we want all we want all we want  is hight balls for everyone  and then, this fucked up world would seem alright  hold on jacky, save me your goobyes  hold on jacky, need double rye  we got your back jack baby no more feelin dry  so cheers to you my dear old friend  come on jacky gimmie the good times  come on jacky dont wanna walk the line  we got your back jack baby no more feelin dry  so cheers to you and all our/your friends tonight  day by day they take our freedom  who the hell gives them the right  hold your glass up high and we'll  drink on and on and on and on  if i'm happy or i'm sad  jack daniels makes me feel alright  hold your glass up high and we'll sing  on and on and on and on  all we want all we want all we want is  high balls for everyone  and then,this fucked up world would seem alright