Drink up!
Drink up!
We’ll have a jolly,
merry time.
Drink Up!
Drink up!
Help the man, at the bar,
we’re wipin’ away the grime!
We’ll sing,
we’ll dance,
we’ll laugh an’ prance,
and wipe away the Grime!

We’ll look at the
smeared date-calendar,
can’t see
the blurry days in the future,
nor dark, an’ blurry
days in the past,
can only make out the here and now,
the dates are fadin’ fast!

But we love our nice, good ol’ shack,
for it has a thick wall,
built ‘round it all;
it keeps away the black.

We fix ourselves
up a nice lamp,
lighten’ up the safeness
in which we camp,
but the world outside
is only gettin’ darker.
As the sun goes down,
we cry, we frown,
but we’re not caring,
can no longer see us glaring,
as we drink,
we drink,
and drink some more.
We’re met with
the Sunshine we
made ourselves,
we’re back where we were before!

Drink up!
Drink up!
We’ll have a jolly, merry time.
Drink up!
Drink up!
Help the man,
at the bar.
We’re wipin’ away those
once upon a times!
We’ll sing, we’ll dance,
we’ll laugh an’ prance,
and wipe away the Grime!

The doors are locked
from the outside,
We can’t get out,
but we don’t care;
a perfect place to hide!