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Lyricist: The Tossers
Lyrics:
Well, I put my shoes on backward on the way out to a dance Then I had to go back home, 'cause I forgot my pants I bought my love a ring, and I professed my love, of course We were not yet married, and she wanted a divorce Stout, it makes you thick (oh yeah), and it makes you thin and lazy Irish Whiskey drives me nuts, yeah, whiskey makes me crazy Stout, it makes you thick (oh yeah), and it makes you thin and lazy Irish Whiskey drives me nuts, yeah, whiskey makes me crazy I curled up with my wife after I'd gone to wet my throat Then I woke up in the stall, all curled up with the goat My friends do not invite me anymore for anything 'Cause I stumble round their houses all upending everything Stout, it makes you thick (oh yeah), and it makes you thin and lazy Irish Whiskey drives me nuts, yeah, whiskey makes me crazy, go
My mother used to beat me, she would beat me black and blue And now I have a wife, and sure, she's beating on me too Well, I once had a job, and you could say that I was skilled But it's off now to Christina's place to go get fucking drilled Stout, it makes you thick (oh yeah), and it makes you thin and lazy Irish Whiskey drives me nuts, yeah, whiskey makes me crazy Stout, it makes you thick (oh yeah), and it makes you thin and lazy Irish Whiskey drives me nuts, yeah, whiskey makes me crazy
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