In Praise of Alcohol

Words: Robert W. Service
Set to music by David Parry

Of vintage wine I am a lover

To drink deep would be my delight

If 'twere not for the bleak hangover

I'd get loaded every night

I'd whoop it up with songs and laughter,

Whoop it up with songs and laughter

Whoop it up with songs and laughter

If 'twere not for the morning after.

 

Although to soberness I'm given

It is a thought I've often thunk

The nearest that is earth to heaven

Is to get sublimely drunk

Is to achieve divine elation

To achieve divine elation

To achieve divine elation

By means of generous libation

 

But oh the winecups claim their payment

And as the price is often pain

If we could know what morning grey meant

We never would get soused again

Rather than buy a hobnailed liver

Rather than buy a hobnailed liver

Rather than buy a hobnailed liver

I'm sure that we'd abstain forever.

 

But oh I love that glow of liquor

As joyfully I drink it up

Hoping that unto life's last flicker

With praise I'll raise the ruby cup

So let me like a jolly monk

So let me like a jolly monk

So let me like a jolly monk

Proceed to get sublimely drunk.