Terry Watkinson - Drunk As A Nightingale Lyrics
Terry Watkinson - Drunk As A Nightingale Lyrics
I was perched on a sticky bar stool|A snifter in my hand|One lucky fella, drunk as a nightingale|Serenading the man in the mirror|With selections from next year's charts|A Capella, high as a hummingbird|I was joined in the seventh chorus|By some tourists from Thunder Bay|And they sang along, wild as a whippoorwill|Then in danced my friend Martha Muffin|Clutching bills from the bank machine|And we proceeded to fly into the starry sky|And our hearts were on an updraft flight, drunk as a nightingale|We were sailing along just right, wailing a primal wail.|The bar was a bacchanalia, a joint full of joyful noise|And the Buddha smiled, drunk as a nightingale.||
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I was perched on a sticky bar stool|A snifter in my hand|One lucky fella, drunk as a nightingale|Serenading the man in the mirror|With selections from next year's charts|A Capella, high as a hummingbird|I was joined in the seventh chorus|By some tourists from Thunder Bay|And they sang along, wild as a whippoorwill|Then in danced my friend Martha Muffin|Clutching bills from the bank machine|And we proceeded to fly into the starry sky|And our hearts were on an updraft flight, drunk as a nightingale|We were sailing along just right, wailing a primal wail.|The bar was a bacchanalia, a joint full of joyful noise|And the Buddha smiled, drunk as a nightingale.||