Woo-hoo! I love The Front Porch Song! Ahem.
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Food, glorious food!
Hot sausage and mustard!
While we’re in the mood –
Cold jelly and custard!
Pease pudding and saveloy!
What next is the question?
Rich gentlemen have it, boys –
In-di-gestion!
Mai Tai say that I’m old fashioned
Tres vin ordinaire
That I want a fresh Manhattan
With white Anglo Saxons everywhere
A Black Russian’s not your lady
Give her the Singapore Sling
A Moscow Mule is not your baby
So highball the vodka and name your sting
I get drunk most every night
Seems like all we do is fight
the more I drink, the less that I feel blue
Sometimes I feel like an awful fool
Wasting my life on this old barstool
And yes I guess they oughtta name a drink after you
Are you drinkin’ with me Jesus
I can’t see you very clear
Are you drinkin’ wth me Jesus
Won’t you buy a friend a beer
Buy me a beer, two bucks a glass
Come on, help me; I’m freezing my ass
Buy me a brandy, a snifter of wine…
Who am I kidding? I’ll drink turpentine
Turn to the bottle
Soon the pain will ease
I’ve got a story that will
bring you to your knees
It’s called, The Story Of The Blues
I guess that’s why they call it the blues
Time on my hands could be time spent with you
Laughing like children, living like lovers
Rolling like thunder, under the covers
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin’ strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls
He always runs while others walk.
He acts while other men just talk.
He looks at this world, and wants it all,
So he strikes, like Thunderball.
But darling be home soon
I couldn’t bear to wait an extra minute if you dawdled
My darling be home soon
It’s not just these few hours but I’ve been waiting since I toddled
For the great relief of having you to talk to
I’m going to ride this plane out of your life again.
I wish that I could stay but you argue.
More than this I wish you could’ve seen my face
In backseat staring out the window.
I’ll do anything for you,
Kill anyone for you.
So leave yourself intact
'Cause I will be coming back.
In a phrase to cut these lips,
I love you.
Give me a ticket for an aeroplane.
Ain’t got time to take a fast train
Give me a fast car
gonna put on the lead boot
and go for a long long drive
I may end up without any money
but I’ll still be alive.
My pappy said “Son, you’re gonna drive me to drinkin’ if you don’t quite drivin’ that hot rod Lincoln.”
I’m not the only soul who’s been accused of hit and run
Tire tracks up and down your back I can see that you’ve had your fun
But darling cant you see my signal’s turned from green to red
And with you I can see a traffic jam straight up ahead
Baby you can drive my car
Yes I’m gonna be a star
Baby you can drive my car
And maybe I’ll love you
Beep beep’m beep beep yeah
I got a freaky old lady name of Cocaine Katie who embroiders on my jeans
I got my poor old grey-haired daddy driving my limousines
I love my whiskey and I love my gin
but the way I love my cocaine is a doggone sin
Hey hey, honey take a whiff on me.