Syryn - Three Sheets to the Wind

You wake up in the morning
And you’re still fucking drunk
You roll out of your bed
And you go to get some grub

You stagger to the tavern
And you rustle for a beer
You take a look around
But you see the ship is bare

From the bow to stern
The ballast, helm, and keel
Only one matey in sight from the ship
To the frontier

You meet up with your comrade
And try to figure a plan
You’re both in agreement
That a drink would be fucking grand

(Bridge)
No one in sight…
Aye! Let’s get drunk!
So much booze and
You to drink it

(Chorus)
You drink a shot of Whiskey
And you drink a shot of Rum
You drink a shot of Brandy

Then you drink some more fucking Rum!
And then you’re

THREE... SHEETS... TO THE WIND
THREE... SHEETS... TO THE WIND

Now you’re drunk again.
And senses aren't quite clear
Deserted on a ship.
With Barely any beer

It’s one for all not all for one
You’re fending for yourself
Throw him overboard
And drink everything on the shelf

Your fists are in the air
And you’re ready for a fight
Your vision is quite blurred
And you stumble left to right

Your drunken aim is shit
You swing and you miss your mark
You both fly overboard
Into the jaws of a shark

(Bridge)
No one in sight…
Aye! You got drunk!
Fought your matey
Now dead at Sea

(Chorus)
You drank a shot of whiskey
And you drank a shot of Rum
You drank a shot of Brandy
Then you drank all the fucking Rum

AND THEN YOU WERE THREE... SHEETS... TO THE WIND
YOU WERE THREE... SHEETS... TO THE WIND

THREE... SHEETS... TO THE WIND

THREE... SHEETS... TO THE WIND

WHERE THE FUCK IS MY PARROT

THREE... SHEETS... TO THE WIND

BUT WHY IS THE RUM GONE?!?!

THREE... SHEETS... TO THE WIND

DOWN TO DAVEY’S LOCKER WITH YA, YA SCURVY BASTARD

I’LL SEE YA THERE!