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Score of Golden Slumbers


There are various versions of this song. This is the Hamish Imlach version.

Chorus:
Boozing boozing when you are dry.
Boozing boozing, just you and I.
Some do it openly some on the sly,
But we're always bloody well boozing.

Where do you think we have been all the night?
Boozing, bloody well boozing.
And how do you think that we've all got so tight?
Boozing, bloody well boozing.
You may think me wrong or you may think me right
You may think me dim or you may think me bright
But what do you think we'll be doing tonight,
Boozing, bloody well boozing.

Chorus.

What is the thing I love more than my tea?
Boozing, bloody well boozing.
What makes you keep whippin' off for a wee?
Boozing, bloody well boozing.
Your pocket gets empty and your bladder gets tight.
You're gargling this beer the best part of the night.
Your nose goes blood red but your face goes all white.
Boozing, bloody well boozing

Chorus.

What is the thing that the clergy pull down?
Boozing, bloody well boozing.
What do they preach about in every town?
Boozing, bloody well boozing.
They curse it they call it they holler it about,
They talk about things they know plenty about,
For where are they found when the lights are all out?
Boozing, bloody well boozing.

Chorus.

What is the thing I love more than my wife?
Boozing, bloody well boozing.
What is the thing that's the plague of my life?
Boozing, bloody well boozing.
You roll home at midnight she's moaning at you,
Say's, lad, you are buggered - tomorrow you'll rue,
She rolls down the bed, say's, there's nothin' for you
You've been boozing, bloody well boozing.

Chorus.


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