The Garret

couldn't fit the last shanty in there, so here it is:

Boozin'
Now what are the joys of a single young man?
Boozin’, bloody well boozin’!
And what is he doing whenever he can?
Boozin’, bloody well boozin’!
You may think I'm wrong and you may think I'm right,
I'm not going to argue, I know you can fight,
But what do you think we are doing tonight?
Boozin’, bloody well boozin’!

Chorus: Boozin’, boozin’, just you and I
Boozin’, boozin’, when we are dry.
Some do it openly, some on the sly
But we all are bloody well boozin’.

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

And what do the priests run down?
And what are they banning in every town?
The stand on street corners, they rave and they shout,
They shout about things they know nothing about.
But what are they doing when the lights are turned out?

enjoy!

-melanie