One For The Road by Voodoo Glow Skulls
Crown my desire fulfill my bliss
A pretty young girl and a jug of this
All of my sorrows are past and fled.
Until I'm in my grave and dead.
Those pretty young girls come out in flocks
With short-legged drawers and long frailed locks
And all of the girls will spend out way
We'll not see more until another day
There she blows
One for the road!
Leave my mark in a place like thos
I keep my distance at a sailor's pitch
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