Post by Administrator on Dec 28, 2019 18:01:37 GMT
TEMPERANCE
The last of my booze is gone Chris, the cupboard is empty and dry,
I’ve given it up for now Chris, fighting a tear in my eye,
I’ll miss the fellows I drink with - they think I’m committing a sin,
I take no delight but I’ll put up a fight - `till the battle of weight I win.
Attending a gym to build muscles within, to stay all sober and dry ,
I’ll give it a go, I `spec that you know, I’d rather just curl up and die,
No grain or grape will pass my lips I think I’ve made it plain,
And just to add to misery my food intake restrain.
For I have my figure to think of - cider won’t enter my head,
I’m going to turn the old tap on - drink gallons of water instead.
I’m sadder than Hell but I mean to do well - It’s not all bluff and talk,
I may have a moan but I’ll leave it alone - not even the sniff of a cork.
The miser has gold, the student has debts, but this sailor has no rum,
I’ll waste away in temperance mode looking all gaunt and glum,
I will not take of the nectar hooch - vodka, gin or beer…
Wine or Scottish whisky all stuff that gives me cheer.
And when my body’s perfection - all dried up like a prune,
Then I must think of absorbing a drink - will start to whistle a tune,
For I may visit a pub again, and top up my alcohol stores,
Plus tune in my ear for a mate that is near in case he says “What’s Yours”.
JOE xxx Hic !
The last of my booze is gone Chris, the cupboard is empty and dry,
I’ve given it up for now Chris, fighting a tear in my eye,
I’ll miss the fellows I drink with - they think I’m committing a sin,
I take no delight but I’ll put up a fight - `till the battle of weight I win.
Attending a gym to build muscles within, to stay all sober and dry ,
I’ll give it a go, I `spec that you know, I’d rather just curl up and die,
No grain or grape will pass my lips I think I’ve made it plain,
And just to add to misery my food intake restrain.
For I have my figure to think of - cider won’t enter my head,
I’m going to turn the old tap on - drink gallons of water instead.
I’m sadder than Hell but I mean to do well - It’s not all bluff and talk,
I may have a moan but I’ll leave it alone - not even the sniff of a cork.
The miser has gold, the student has debts, but this sailor has no rum,
I’ll waste away in temperance mode looking all gaunt and glum,
I will not take of the nectar hooch - vodka, gin or beer…
Wine or Scottish whisky all stuff that gives me cheer.
And when my body’s perfection - all dried up like a prune,
Then I must think of absorbing a drink - will start to whistle a tune,
For I may visit a pub again, and top up my alcohol stores,
Plus tune in my ear for a mate that is near in case he says “What’s Yours”.
JOE xxx Hic !