Whisky For Christmas​

Well that was a ramshackle mash-up palaver

Not done by halves or quarters or thirds

We stood in the canal singing Frankie Sinatra

And nobody knew the words

 

There was a bar with gods on the ceiling

And flagons of liquor were everywhere

We drank to extinguish all the bad feeling

Sat in Peter O'Toole's old chair

Sat in Peter O'Toole's old chair

Kiss me right here where everybody can see us

We'll start in the Duke and end in the Fiddlers

And when we are gone nobody will miss us

All that I want is whisky for Christmas

My darling you are Grace Kelly all over

Your smile and your eyes and your skin and your hair

While I was born in the back of an old Vauxhall Nova

There's only one way to go from there

 

We met in a bar in Walthamstow Central

I said "what are you doing?" you said "what do you think?"

Everyone's dead and the world has gone mental

There's nothing to do but drink

No there's nothing to do but drink

Kiss me right here where everybody can see us

We'll start in the Duke and end in the Fiddlers

And when we are gone nobody will miss us

All that I want is whisky for Christmas

Now it's just you and me and a packet of Rizlas

And I know that it's really not any of my business

But I'll be your mister if you'll be my missus

She said all that I want is whisky for Christmas

Kiss me right here where everybody can see us

We'll start in the Duke and end in the Fiddlers

And when we are gone nobody will miss us

All that I want is whisky for Christmas

All that I want is whisky for Christmas

All that I want is whisky for Christmas

© Richard Quarterman 2018

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