The Skels - Pints of whiskey

Hey Mickey, how’s it going

Oh how you been, my lad

We’ve been pretty good so far

And things haven’t been so bad

But our thirst it is a-callin’

And our throats a wee bit dry

If it ain’t broke don’t fix it

Bring on the old standby



And give us pints of whiskey

Give us pints of whiskey

Give us pints of whiskey

And don’t you fuck about

Oh give us pints of whiskey

Give us pints of whiskey

Give us pints of whiskey

You can hear the bastards shout



Oh here’s to Johnny Powers

How I wish I knew the man

He made the smoothest batch so far

Here’s to my favorite brand

John Jameson comes next

And on him you can depend

And Tullamore’s an honest dram

It’ll be with you til the end



Who knows what lies before us

When the death bell starts to toll

And the worms see dinner comin’

When they dump you in a hole

But The Skels will go to heaven

And we’ll march right through the gates

With pints of whiskey waiting

For this gang of reprobates