| Clink, clink, another drink
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| Plenty in the cellar when it’s gone.
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| Drink, drink, the glasses clink
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| Making tinkly music till the dawn is breaking.
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| Clang, clang, who cares a dang?
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| What’s the difference when you’re on a spree?
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| Over the teeth, behind the gums,
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| Look out stomach here she comes
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| Hi! |
| Have another drink on me.
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| Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle.
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| Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle.
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| Trinkle, trinkle, trinkle, trinkle.
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| Slice of cheese and bite of pickle
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| Doesn’t even cost a nickel
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| Now to wash it down.
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| Clink, clink, no more to drink
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| I had a cellar full, but now it’s gone.
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| Drink, drink, the glasses clink
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| Like the anvil chorus and my head is splitting,
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| Uh, brinking, uh, busting. |
| Oh brother!
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| Oh, ow, what’ll I do now
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| Pink elephants running after me.
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| Oh, that stuff is smooth as silk
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| From now on I’ll stick to milk.
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| Nothing else to drink for me. |