Delirium Tremens

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Goodbye to the Port and Brandy, to the Vodka and the Stag,
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to the Schmiddick and the Harpic, the bottled draught and keg.
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As I sat lookin' up the Guinness and I could never figure out,
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how your man stayed up on the surfboard after 14 pints of stout.

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    I dreamt a dream the other night, I couldn't sleep a wink,
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    the rats were tryin' to count the sheep and I was off the drink.
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    There were footsteps in the parlour and voices on the stairs,
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    and I was climbin' up the walls and movin' round the chairs.

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    I looked out from under the blanket and up at the fireplace,
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    there was the Pope and John F. Kennedy were starin' in me face.
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    And Suddenly it dawned at me I was getting the old D.T.s,
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    when the Child o' Prague began to dance around the mantlepiece.

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Goodbye to the Port and Brandy, to the Vodka and the Stag,
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to the Schmiddick and the Harpic, the bottled draught and keg.
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As I sat lookin' up the Guinness and I could never figure out,
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how your man stayed up on the surfboard after 14 pints of stout.

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    Well, I swore upon the Bible I'd never touch a drop,
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    my heart was palpitatin', I was sure 'twas going to stop,
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    Thinkin' I was dyin' I gave my soul to God to keep,
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    a tenner to St. Anthony to help me get some sleep.

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    I fell into an awful nightmare - got a dreadful shock,
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    when I dreamt there was no Duty-free at the airport down in Knock.
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    And Ian Paisley was sayin' the rosary,
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    and Mother Theresa was taking the the pill,
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    and Frank Patterson was out of his head, he was singin' Spancil Hill.

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Goodbye to the Port and Brandy, to the Vodka and the Stag,
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to the Schmiddick and the Harpic, the bottled draught and keg.
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As I sat lookin' up the Guinness and I could never figure out,
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how your man stayed up on the surfboard after 14 pints of stout.

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    I dreamt I was in ecstacy in Heaven, and in agony in Hell,
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    I was bored in Limbo and then I was in Purgatory as well.
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    And there was original sins and venial sins,
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    and mortal sins by the score,
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    so I tied barbed wire around my underpants,
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    and I flagellated myself on the floor.

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    Then I dreamt I was in the confessional box,
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    and the auld Bishop said to me,
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    'Any impure thoughts, my child?'
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    Sure the f**king barbed wire was killin' me !
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    And then I dreamt I was in the jacuzzi with that auld hoor from No. 10,
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    and then I knew I'd never ever, ever drink again.

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Goodbye to the Port and Brandy, to the Vodka and the Stag,
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to the Schmiddick and the Harpic, the bottled draught and keg.
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As I sat lookin' up the Guinness and I could never figure out,
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how your man stayed up on the surfboard after 14 pints of stout.