The sun is going down And the barbeque is on Friends are coming round We'll stay up till the dawn It's Friday evening And the working week is done It's time to open the whisky
Now everybody's here And I've got some music on There's ice for the beer And candles on the lawn The moon is coming up And the sun will soon be gone It's time to open the whisky
Not just any old whisky will do It's got to be something special for you For you are my friend and I'll give you your due And pour you a special sippin' whisky
So how about this one It's twenty nine years old The colour is a blissful Burgundy gold Just give it time For the magic to unfold Another fine special sippin' whisky
It doesn't need soda It doesn't need ice Don't mix it with cola That would not be nice There's fruit and flowers And honey and spice In this special sippin' whisky
Not just any old whisky will do It's got to be something special for you For you are my friend and I'll give you your due And pour you a special sipping whisky
If you appreciate whisky You'll appreciate friends That's how it hits me It seems to make sense Old friends, bookends Single malts or blends Special friends need special whisky
Keep all the cheap stuff for the rest of the pack They might be happy with Johnnie or Jack They're gluggin' it sluggin' it, knocking it back We'll stick to special sippin' whisky
Keep all the cheap stuff for the unwanted guests Or rub it on your chest if you've got pests in your vest For cooking or cocktails it might just pass the test Or give it to the school tombola