Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all. That I get a kick out of you. And I hope that I don't fall in love with you. One more night in a transAtlantic city, and you buy a round for everyone in sight.
Some folks drink when they're happy, other folks drink when they're dry.
They served champagne that tastes just like cherry coca-cola. But the wine don't take effect the way it used to and I am hurtin' in an old familiar way. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more for dessert. There's a tear in my beer, 'cause I am crying over your You are on my lonely mind Into these last nine beers, I have shed a million tears. I'm gonna keep on sittin' here, until I'm petrified.