Spider Robinson - The Drunkards Song

Spider Robinson performs his own creation, "The Drunkards Song", from the game Callahan's Crosstime Saloon
Well, a swell and wealthy relative of mine had up and died
And I recieved a hundred thousand from the will
So a friend and I decided to convert this into liquid form
The better our esophagi to fill
So we started in the city, had a drink in every shitty
Little ginmill...that's really quite a few
Then a cabbie up in Harlem took us clear across the river
Into Brooklyn, where he joined us in a brew
Ah. we was weavin' just a trifle as we hit Astoria
At eighty miles an hour...in reverse
But it was nothin' to the weavin' that we did as we was leavin'
And from time to time it got a little worse
Well there's nothin' like drinkin' up a windfall
Baby, we were drunker than a monkey with a skinful
So goddam drunk it was sinful
And I believe I ain't sober yet
As we crossed the cty line, we was feeling mighty fine
Suckin' whiskey and a-whistlin' at the girls
The next saloon we try, someone wants to punch my eye
He objected to my long, shaggy curls
His fist come out of orbit, knocked me right across the bar
But I was pretty drunk, I didn't really care
But I was a little disappointed when the coppers hit the joint
Just as I was makin' my rebuttal....with a chair
Ah, but the coppers came a cropper 'cause I made it to the crapper
And departed by a ventilator shaft
I met my buddies in the alley as they'd run out through the galley
And we just ran and ran and laughed and laughed and laughed
And there's nothin' like drinkin' up a windfall
Baby, we was drunker than a monkey with a skinful
So goddam drunk it was sinful
And I think I ain't sober yet
(Ah, pour me one, Amos)
Well there's nothin' like drinkin' up a windfall
Baby, we were drunker than a monkey with a skinful
So goddam drunk it was sinful
And I think I ain't sober yet
Halfway out of Levittown we got our second wind
In a dump so down and out it'd make you laugh
So I had another mug, my buddy had another jug
And the cabbie had another pitcher and a half
We got to Suffolk County, we was goin' into overdrive
The word had spread and crowds began to form
We drank our way from Jericho along 110 to the Merrick Road
A-boozin' and a-singin' up a storm
I lost my buddy and the cab-driver in the Hamptons somewhere
We's all drunker than it's possible to be
There finally came a time I didn't have another dime
I sat on Montauk Point and wept into the sea
Well there's nothin' like drinkin' up a windfall
Baby, we were drunker than a monkey with a skinful
So goddam drunk it was sinful
And I think I ain't sober yet
Well there's nothin' like drinkin' up a windfall
Baby, we were drunker than a monkey with a skinful
So goddam drunk it was sinful
And I think I ain't sober yet
SMOOOOTH!

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