Boozing
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Boozing, boozing, just you and I; Boozing, boozing, when we are dry
Some do it openly, some on the sly But we all are bloody well boozing.

Well what are the joys of the single young man?
Why, boozing, bloody well boozing.
And what is he doing when ever he can?
He's boozing, bloody well boozing.

Well you may think I'm wrong and you may think I'm right
I don't want to argue, I don't want to fight
But what do you think I'll be doing tonight?
Why boozing, bloody well boozing.


And what are the joys of a poor married man?
And what is he doing when ever he can?
He goes out a shopping and makes many a call
He comes home at night and he gives his wife all
But what brings home hanging on to the wall?

And what do the Temperance Unions run down?
And what are they banning in every town?
They stand on the street corners they rail and they shout
They shout about things they know nothing about
But what are they doing when the lights are turned out?

And what is the thing I loves more than me tea?
And what keeps us all nipping out for a wee?
Your pocket gets empty, your bladder gets tight
You're gargling your beer and the best part of the night
Your nose goes brick red and your face goes dead white