John Pounds - The Musical

Drunkards

Drunkards

Drunkards Drunkards, my life is full of drunkards
Drunkards, drunkards there's drunkards every where
They're lying on the counter
And they're sleeping on me floor
They're hanging out the window
And they're falling out the door

It be nice to walk out of me store
Without the ugly sight of Drunkards

Oh I would find it happy to meet a jolly chappy
Without ten points inside of him
I would like to have some friends
Who won't drive you round the bend
Or speak to me without a sloppy slurp
To meet some learned gents
And to hear some common sense
To have a peaceful night
With out the dismal sight of

Drunkards Drunkards, my life is full of drunkards
Drunkards, drunkards there's drunkards every where
They're slumped against the wall
And even dribbling in their beers
They're getting up me nostrils and coming out me ears
it would be so nice to walk out of me store
And avoid the wretched sight of Drunkards

Now have you met the wife?
She's the one that rules my life
She's gat a tongue just like a knife
inside of me
And a grip just like a vice
Which isn't very nice
I'd would love to run away and rest me ears

And they're falling out the door

Wouldn't it be nice to walk out of me store
With out the ugly sight of Drunkards
inside of me

Have you met the wife?
She's the one that rules my life
A tongue just like a knife
Inside of me
And a grip just like a vice
Which isn't very nice
I would love to run away and rest me ears

Now I would like a coffee house
Where they never get thrown out
And to go to bed at night
without the need to fight with

Drunkards Drunkards, my life is full of drunkards
Drunkards, drunkards there's drunkards every where
They're brawling in the attic,
They're all out their bloody heads
They are sweeping in me parlour
and peeing in me beds
Oh it be nice to walk out of me store
Oh I do deplore the sight of Drunkards

There slumped against the wall
And even dribbling oin their beer
There're getting up me nostrils
and coming out me ears
it be nice to walk out of me store
And avoid the wretched sight of Drunkards

Because they can't get out by them selves
They're brawling in the attic,
They're all out their bloody heads
They are sweeping in me parlour
and peeing in me beds
it be nice to walk out of me store
Oh I deplore the sight of Drunkards

Now I've heard a mournful tale
That the fleet is going to sail
All the women here will wail
Their income will go stale
I'll think it paradise
To get out this den of vice
I'd like to be some place
Where ladies wear white lace
To hear them talking proper
To wear the latest topper
To doze beside a brook
And not have to look at…….

Drunkards Drunkards, my life is full of drunkards
Drunkards, drunkards there's drunkards every where
There living in me cellar
And they're climbing on me roof
They're kissing all the wenches and that is so uncouth
Oh it be nice to walk out of me store
Oh I do deplore the sight of Drunkards

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