Doug Anthony All Stars - It's A Broad Lic Nic lyrics

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Doug Anthony All Stars - It's A Broad Lic Nic lyrics

And I'll tell you while I'm able Or I'll smash your skull if you're not Drink enough Black label It's a hard mans drink And though the bottles broken Put your money on the table Strain the gla** through your teeth So we grew up mean lean Kings of the street scene Without a mothers guiding hand To keep us clean Down your rum We'll take life as it comes And all you blue rinse critics Lick our literary bums I drank my first pure malt Before I was three I smoked a pack of Dutch cigarettes My pappy left for me And I romanced a little la** Who was twelve years my elder At the age of six I held her That year I also bed her So before I was seven My first child was born I told a pack of filthy lies As a politician I heard my own confession As an act of contrition I spent ten years as a Trappist monk In a village in Tibet And I walked up Everest naked Just to win a bet Well I cut off my leg To win a one legged race And when I won, I stitched it on my little sister's stomach I've fought Mohammed Ali I've seduced Mata Hari I've even worn a sari When I impersonated Ghandi And I dare any man here To call me a liar (Liar!) But I swear I've seen Ezekial I swear I've seen Isiah Toasting marshmellows In Beelzebub's fire And we're mad mad mad Dangerous to know We never give a tinkers cuss About the seeds we sow And we stay up late And never be forlorn And when the morning comes around We'll kiss the crack of dawn We took the whacks from Kerouac's And dusty Dostoyevsky's And when all was said and done Booze was all I had left me For all the worlds great thinkers Are all a looooaaaaaooooaaad of pus And if you ask us how Zarathustra spoke He spake thus, Drink drink drink Drink until you're drunk Drink until you can't stand up 'til you're roly-poly stunk 'til your bladder bursts 'til you throw a fit to curse 'til they lift you up still comatose And slamdance in the hearse We're good, good, bad, bad Ugly as sin We mix up cough syrup With our gin So take your medicine I pray that when I die There's someone else around To kiss my arse goodbye Yes, I pray, I pray, I pray that when I die There's someone else around to kiss my arse goodbye