Favorite Drinking Songs
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Sometimes I like to jam the Toucan Pirates. They are a crazy group that plays sea chanteys.
http://www.toucanpirates.net/
http://www.toucanpirates.net/
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i'm a quasi traditional drinking song girl meself:
Under the Scotsman's Kilt:
A Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked he'd drunk more than his share
He staggered on until he could no longer keep his feet
Then stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.
chorus:
Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.
Later on two young and lovely girls just happened by,
And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
You see yon sleeping Scotsman who is young and handsome built
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilt.
Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilt.
They crept up to the sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Then lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing but what God had graced him with upon his birth
Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
There was nothing there but what God gave upon his birth
They marveled for a moment then one said we'd best be gone
But let's leave a present for our friend before we move along
They took a blue silk ribbon and they tied it in a bow
Around the bonnie spar that the Scot's lifted kilt did show
Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
Around the bonnie spar that the Scot's lifted kilt did show
The Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled toward a tree
Behind a bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees
Then in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes
He said, 'Lad I don't know where you've been but I see you won first
prize'
Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
He said, 'Lad I don't know where you've been but I see you won first prize'
The Army (generally when I've heard it, sung by ruggers):
I don't want to join the Army,
I don't want to go to war.
I'd rather hang around Piccadilly underground
Living off the earnings of a high-class lady.
I don't want a bullet up my arsehole,
I don't want by bollocks shot away.
I'd rather stay in England,
In sunny, sunny England
And fornicate my fucking life away (Cor blimey)
On Monday I touched her on the ankle.
On Tuesday I touched heron the knee.
On Wednesday I confess, I lifted up her dress.
On Thursday we went out to the pictures.
On Friday, I put my hands upon it.
On Saturday she gave my balls a squeeze.
On Sunday after supper
I rammed the fucker up her
And now I'm paying 4 n 6 a week.
Cor blimey!
I don't want to join the Army,
I don't want to go to war.
I'd rather hang around Piccadilly underground
Living off the earnings of a high-class lady.
I don't want a bullet up my arsehole,
I don't want by bollocks shot away.
I'd rather stay in England,
In sunny, sunny England
And fornicate my fucking life away. Cor blimey
And the Barley Mow (generally sung by my friends in Pep Band, where one person sings the verse and the rest have to drink during the refrain part with the amounts):
Here's good luck to the pint pot,
Good luck to the Barley Mow,
Jolly good luck to the pint pot,
Good luck to the Barley Mow, Hey!
Here's to the pint-pot, half-a-pint, gill-pot, half-a-gill quarter-gill, nipperkin, and the brown bowl.
Here's good luck, good luck to the Barley Mow!.
Here's good luck to the quart pot,
Good luck to the Barley Mow,
Jolly good luck to the quart pot,
Good luck to the Barley Mow, Hey!
Here's to the quart-pot, pint-pot, half-a-pint, gill-pot, half-a-gill quarter-gill, nipperkin, and the brown bowl.
Here's good luck, good luck to the Barley Mow!
(and so on until the final verse)
Here's to the Comp'ny, the slavey, the drayer, the brewer, the daughter, landlady, landlord, barrel, half-barrel, gallon, half-gallon, quart-pot, pint-pot, half-a-pint, gill-pot, half-a-gill quarter-gill, nipperkin, and the brown bowl.
Here's good luck, good luck to the Barley Mow!
Under the Scotsman's Kilt:
A Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair
And one could tell by how he walked he'd drunk more than his share
He staggered on until he could no longer keep his feet
Then stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.
chorus:
Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
He stumbled off into the grass to sleep beside the street.
Later on two young and lovely girls just happened by,
And one says to the other with a twinkle in her eye
You see yon sleeping Scotsman who is young and handsome built
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilt.
Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
I wonder if it's true what they don't wear beneath their kilt.
They crept up to the sleeping Scotsman quiet as could be
Then lifted up his kilt about an inch so they could see
And there behold for them to view beneath his Scottish skirt
Was nothing but what God had graced him with upon his birth
Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
There was nothing there but what God gave upon his birth
They marveled for a moment then one said we'd best be gone
But let's leave a present for our friend before we move along
They took a blue silk ribbon and they tied it in a bow
Around the bonnie spar that the Scot's lifted kilt did show
Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
Around the bonnie spar that the Scot's lifted kilt did show
The Scotsman woke to nature's call and stumbled toward a tree
Behind a bush he lifts his kilt and gawks at what he sees
Then in a startled voice he says to what's before his eyes
He said, 'Lad I don't know where you've been but I see you won first
prize'
Ring ding diddle diddle i de o
Ring di diddle i o
He said, 'Lad I don't know where you've been but I see you won first prize'
The Army (generally when I've heard it, sung by ruggers):
I don't want to join the Army,
I don't want to go to war.
I'd rather hang around Piccadilly underground
Living off the earnings of a high-class lady.
I don't want a bullet up my arsehole,
I don't want by bollocks shot away.
I'd rather stay in England,
In sunny, sunny England
And fornicate my fucking life away (Cor blimey)
On Monday I touched her on the ankle.
On Tuesday I touched heron the knee.
On Wednesday I confess, I lifted up her dress.
On Thursday we went out to the pictures.
On Friday, I put my hands upon it.
On Saturday she gave my balls a squeeze.
On Sunday after supper
I rammed the fucker up her
And now I'm paying 4 n 6 a week.
Cor blimey!
I don't want to join the Army,
I don't want to go to war.
I'd rather hang around Piccadilly underground
Living off the earnings of a high-class lady.
I don't want a bullet up my arsehole,
I don't want by bollocks shot away.
I'd rather stay in England,
In sunny, sunny England
And fornicate my fucking life away. Cor blimey
And the Barley Mow (generally sung by my friends in Pep Band, where one person sings the verse and the rest have to drink during the refrain part with the amounts):
Here's good luck to the pint pot,
Good luck to the Barley Mow,
Jolly good luck to the pint pot,
Good luck to the Barley Mow, Hey!
Here's to the pint-pot, half-a-pint, gill-pot, half-a-gill quarter-gill, nipperkin, and the brown bowl.
Here's good luck, good luck to the Barley Mow!.
Here's good luck to the quart pot,
Good luck to the Barley Mow,
Jolly good luck to the quart pot,
Good luck to the Barley Mow, Hey!
Here's to the quart-pot, pint-pot, half-a-pint, gill-pot, half-a-gill quarter-gill, nipperkin, and the brown bowl.
Here's good luck, good luck to the Barley Mow!
(and so on until the final verse)
Here's to the Comp'ny, the slavey, the drayer, the brewer, the daughter, landlady, landlord, barrel, half-barrel, gallon, half-gallon, quart-pot, pint-pot, half-a-pint, gill-pot, half-a-gill quarter-gill, nipperkin, and the brown bowl.
Here's good luck, good luck to the Barley Mow!
eileenbunny
Druish Princess
You should check out the Pyrates Royale if you like the Toucan Pirates.
http://www.pyrates.com/
If you played Civ II with any regularity you might even recognize one of them.
eileenbunny
Druish Princess
Mean Mr. Mustard
Always shouts out something obscene
Not sure if it's a great drinking song, but man I enjoy belting it out when I'm drunk haha
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kn481KcjvMo
Not sure if it's a great drinking song, but man I enjoy belting it out when I'm drunk haha
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kn481KcjvMo
I LOVE THAT SONG
Dory Berkowitz-Bukowski
Clam whisperer
I am not much for country but this song cracks me up...
Billy's got his beer goggles on-Neal McCoy
You're pretty when I'm drunk-Bloodhound Gang
Fuck her gently-Tenacious D...pretty much anything by them when drinking is awesome
The Doors- Alabama Song, Light my Fire, People are Strange, Love me Two Times, Love her Madly....ya I could go on, but when drinking the Doors rawk.
Hmmm, I know I have more, but ya.
Billy's got his beer goggles on-Neal McCoy
You're pretty when I'm drunk-Bloodhound Gang
Fuck her gently-Tenacious D...pretty much anything by them when drinking is awesome
The Doors- Alabama Song, Light my Fire, People are Strange, Love me Two Times, Love her Madly....ya I could go on, but when drinking the Doors rawk.
Hmmm, I know I have more, but ya.
WHY DON'T WE GET DRUNK AND SCREWWW
I sang that country song with one of my cousins at another cousin's wedding, which in hindsight was probably kind of awkward. We were hammered though, and didn't give a shit. Par for the course in Texas I guess.
I sang that country song with one of my cousins at another cousin's wedding, which in hindsight was probably kind of awkward. We were hammered though, and didn't give a shit. Par for the course in Texas I guess.
oh oh oh, this reminds me...
Bloodhound Gang - A Lap Dance is so Much Better when the Stripper is Cryin'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z3xpS9oJiMQ
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eileenbunny
Druish Princess
eileenbunny
Druish Princess
When I was 3 my parents were trying to explain to me what had happened to my great grandmother. She had died and they told me she went to heaven. I started to cry and when they asked me why I told them that I felt bad for her because there's no beer in heaven.