Oh, show me the way to the next whiskey bar.
Oh, don't ask why. Oh, don't ask why.
For we must find the next whiskey bar.
For if we dont find the next whiskey bar,
I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die.
I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die.

Oh, moon of Alabama, we now must say goodbye.
We've lost our good old mamma
And must have whiskey, oh you know why...
João | Homepage | 26.Feb.2006 - 16:58 | #