TradBoozing, boozing when you are dry
Boozing, boozing suits you and I
Some does it open and more on the sly
But all of us likes to go boozing
Where do you think I have been all the day?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
Where do you think I've been spending my pay?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
Don't say I am wrong for you know I'm not right
Don't argue the point for you know I can't fight
Where would you like me to take you tonight?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
What are the joys of the labouring man?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
What is he doing whenever he can?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
Comes home on a Saturday, gives his wife all
She goes off to the market, makes many a call
What brings her home clinging onto the wall?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
What do the Salvation Army sure drown?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
What are they preaching in every town?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
What they preach they don't practise, of that there's no doubt
For at the street corners they stand and they shout
What are they doing when their lights are gone out?
But all of us likes to go boozing
What are the joys of jolly Jack Tar?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
What are the joys of the bold sons o' war?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
And what makes England the land of the free
And if another French war were to be
Where would you find all the bold RAC ?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
As sung by Jimmy Crowley
Boozing, boozing, just you and I
Boozing, boozing when we get dry
Some do it open and some on the sly
But we're always bloody well boozing
Where do you think we have been all the night?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
And how do you think that we've got all so tight?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
You may think me wrong or you may think me right
You may think me dim or you may think me bright
But what do you think we'll be doing tonight
Boozing, bloody well boozing
What is the thing I love more than my tea?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
What makes you keep whippin' off for a wee?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
Your pocket gets empty and your bladder gets tight
You're gargling this beer the best part of the night
Your nose goes blood red but your face goes all white
Boozing, bloody well boozing
What is the thing that the clergy pull down?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
What do they preach about in every town?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
They curse it and they call it and they holler it about
They're talking about something they know plenty about
For where do you find them when all lights are out?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
What is the thing I love more than my wife?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
What is the thing that's the plague of my life?
Boozing, bloody well boozing
As you roll home in the morning she starts moaning at you
Says, lad, you're buggered - tomorrow you'll rue
She rolls down the bed, sayin', There's nothin' doin' for you
You've been boozing, bloody well boozing
As sung by Hamish Imlach