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"Come swish around, my pretty punk,
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fill.
Sobriety is a jewel
That I do much adore;
And therefore keep me dancing
Though drunkards lie and snore.
O mind your feet, O mind your feet,
Keep dancing like a wave,
And under every dancer
A dead man in his grave.
No ups and downs, my pretty,
A mermaid, not a punk;
A drunkard is a dead man,
And all dead men are drunk."

Went to dinner with a bottle of wine
Drank it all in record time
I thought we'd stop
I thought we'd stop

The whiskey bottle under the sink
Was just enough to make us think
I thought we'd stop
I thought we'd stop

We drank all the way to Sunday morning
And we drank 'cause we had nothing else to do

Then we found a dirty, old bottle of gin
Mixed it with soda in a dirty old tin
And thought we'd stop
I thought we'd stop

But then the boys showed up with a bottle of beer
The room got shaky but it came in clear
I thought we'd stop
I thought we'd stop

We drank all the way to Sunday morning
And we drank 'cause we had nothing else to do

So we headed for the bar to make last call
But couldn't see straight so we had to crawl
I thought we'd stop
I thought we'd stop

While the sun came up, we sipped champagne
My head, oh, was pounding but it killed the pain
I thought we'd stop
I thought we'd stop

We drank all the way to Sunday morning
And we drank 'cause we had nothing else to do
Still we drank all the way to Sunday morning
And we drank 'cause we had nothing else to do

So with my belly full and my soggy hat
I shook the dust from my feet, I went for bed
I thought we'd stop
I thought we'd stop

The empty bottle right beside my head
Said keep this up, and you'll soon be dead
I thought we'd stop
Oh, I prayed that we'd stop

We drank all the way to Sunday morning
And we drank 'cause we had nothing else to do
Still we drank all the way to Sunday morning
And we drank all the way to our graves
"Come swish around, my pretty punk,   And keep me dancing still   That I may stay a sober man   Although I drink my fill.   Sobriety is a jewel   That I do much adore;   And therefore keep me dancing   Though drunkards lie and snore.   O mind your feet, O mind your feet,   Keep dancing like a wave,   And under every dancer   A dead man in his grave.   No ups and downs, my pretty,   A mermaid, not a punk;   A drunkard is a dead man,   And all dead men are drunk."      Went to dinner with a bottle of wine   Drank it all in record time   I thought we'd stop   I thought we'd stop      The whiskey bottle under the sink   Was just enough to make us think   I thought we'd stop   I thought we'd stop      We drank all the way to Sunday morning   And we drank 'cause we had nothing else to do      Then we found a dirty, old bottle of gin   Mixed it with soda in a dirty old tin   And thought we'd stop   I thought we'd stop      But then the boys showed up with a bottle of beer   The room got shaky but it came in clear   I thought we'd stop   I thought we'd stop      We drank all the way to Sunday morning   And we drank 'cause we had nothing else to do      So we headed for the bar to make last call   But couldn't see straight so we had to crawl   I thought we'd stop   I thought we'd stop      While the sun came up, we sipped champagne   My head, oh, was pounding but it killed the pain   I thought we'd stop   I thought we'd stop      We drank all the way to Sunday morning   And we drank 'cause we had nothing else to do   Still we drank all the way to Sunday morning   And we drank 'cause we had nothing else to do      So with my belly full and my soggy hat   I shook the dust from my feet, I went for bed   I thought we'd stop   I thought we'd stop      The empty bottle right beside my head   Said keep this up, and you'll soon be dead   I thought we'd stop   Oh, I prayed that we'd stop      We drank all the way to Sunday morning   And we drank 'cause we had nothing else to do   Still we drank all the way to Sunday morning   And we drank all the way to our graves