The Outer Mongolian Lesser-Spotted Heron Drinking Song
Music & lyrics, 1977
Gettin' drunk ain't always so bad
In fact I've got this theory that it's sometimes good
It depends who you are, it depends who you're with
And I think you know, baby, we make a good pair
Bein' sober is all very fine
But I like a little blood in my alcohol stream
'Cause when the moon is high, the night so bright
I really like the view from up on cloud nine
And I'm lyin' on the floor in three inches of beer
I don't give a damn
With the A.A. 'round the corner
And you in my arms
I'm on my way to heaven, said
I'm on my way to heaven
I'm as pissed as a newt
I'm as wild as an Outer Mongolian Lesser-Spotted Heron
With you in my arms, the world doesn't matter
Just wanna get high
Just wanna get high....
Well gettin' drunk ain't always so bad
'Specially when you're ravin' drunk too
Lyin' on the floor with a bottle in each hand
Watchin', watchin', watchin' them pink elephants fly!
Come fire, wind, rain, or sorrow
Beer, wine, whiskey, or rum
The name on the bottle really don't matter
It's the liquor inside that makes the word go 'round!
And I'm lyin' on the floor in three inches of beer
I don't give a damn
With the A.A. 'round the corner
And you in my arms
I'm on my way to heaven, said
I'm on my way to heaven
I'm as pissed as a newt
I'm as wild as an Outer Mongolian Lesser-Spotted Heron
With you in my arms, the world doesn't matter
Just wanna get high
Just wanna get high....
Do ya know what I see
Crawlin' out of my floorboards
And crawlin' all over my walls?
I see purple cockroaches
Little pink elephants
Babe I think I'm slewed!
I said, "Doctor, Doctor
"Hey what's the matter
"I keep seein' these crazy things"
He said, "You don't give up
"Your liver's gonna go"
Well hell — no way! — I just wanna keep...
Lyin' on the floor in three inches of beer
I don't give a damn
With the A.A. 'round the corner
And you in my arms
I'm on my way to heaven, said
I'm on my way to heaven
I'm as pissed as a newt
I'm as wild as an Outer Mongolian Lesser-Spotted Heron
With you in my arms, the world doesn't matter
Just wanna get high
Just wanna get high....
Well they can take me away
They can lock me away
They can run my bottle dry
But with that straight-jacket on in those padded cells
I'm still gonna get so high they can't bring me down
Can't bring me down
'Cause when I'm thinkin' of you
My blood turns blue
I can tell you why
When I'm thinkin' of you
It kinda goes to my head
Yeah!
Just wanna get high
Just wanna get high
Just wanna get high
Just wanna get high with you!
Yeah!
© Kirtland C. Peterson, 1977