I'll rave and rant and lose my pants, and it always ends the same. Pittsburgh makes me drunk and then it rains. Ceann - Pittsburgh makes me drunk Spoiler If I get stoned and sing all night long, it's a family tradition Hank Jr Spoiler or really anything by Bocephus. Don McLean - American Pie. Chug a beer during the chorus. lather rinse repeat. Spoiler Billy Joel - Piano Man Spoiler And kind of an oddball, Four Season's December 1963 Spoiler as well as the usual flogging molly, dropkick murphy's etc
Most Real McKenzies songs but here's "drink some more" (check out the guy drinking out of a mead horn at 00:46). Spoiler
Here's to Chater Here's to Chater He's a horses ass- Why was he born so beautiful, why was he born at all! *clap* *clap* He's no fucking use to anyone, he's no fucking use at all! So.. Drink motherfucker drink motherfucker drink! Drink motherfucker drink motherfucker drink! (until the person starts chugging his drink) (Whilst chugging, slowly) Why are we waiting, he must be masturbating... So... Drink motherfucker drink motherfucker drink! Drink motherfucker drink motherfucker drink! Chater is just a placeholder name, obviously. He would never chug his entire Tom Collins in one shot.
You Never Even Called Me By My Name Hillbilly booziness at it's finest (lowest). <a class="postlink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAOVRkSCWmg" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAOVRkSCWmg</a>
Seeing as how Supertramp brought out the skulling song here is one we sing. Here's to supertramp he's true blue, He's a pisspot through and through, He's a bastard so they say, He tried to go to the heaven but he went the other way. While the person is chugging everyone is chanting down, down, down or drink motherfucker drink motherfucker drink. Whicherver you prefer.
Monty Python Australian Philosophy Department Drinking Song. Song starts at about 2:55. The greatest college fight song of all time (though the lyrics have changed a bit since this version). And of course, the most under-sung drinking song in the US, To Anacreon in Heaven I couldn't find the video for the old Budweiser song, but here's the lyrics. Sonny and Cher's When You Say Love was written to this tune (and not the other way around, surprisingly). When you say "Bud" You've said a lot of things nobody else can say When you say "Bud" You've gone as far as you can go to get the very best When you say "Bud" You've said the word that means you like to do it all When you say "Bud" It means you want the beer that's got a taste that's number one When you say "Bud" You tell the world you know what makes it all the way When you say "Bud" You say you care enough to only want the King of Beers There is no other one There's only something less Because the King of Beers Is leading all the rest When you say "Budweiser" You've said it all
For some reason, every time I drink with my old highschool friends, when end up listenig to this song by Reel Big Fish.
The most unstoppable force in rock and roll, GG Allin. Not even death can stop him. Rowdy Beer Drinkin' Night. 'Tearin up the old back roads of Georgia.'
Growing up, I worked with an amateur motorcycle racing club, the CRA. We had an entire book made of the filthy songs we sang around our 7 foot high (just the wood, not the flames) campfires. A few that I remember: I used to work in Chicago. I did, but I don't anymore. I used to work in Chicago, I worked in a department store, A lady came in, and asked for some cake I asked her what she'd adore-- "Layer," she said, so layer I did I don't work there anymore. I used to work in Chicago. I did, but I don't anymore. I used to work in Chicago, I worked in a department store, A lady came in, and asked for a fowl I asked her what she'd adore-- "A goose," she said, so I gave her a goose I don't work there anymore. (similarly) A lady came into the hat shop, I asked her what she'd adore "Felt" she said, so felt her I did A lady came in for a sleeper I asked, "which berth would you like?" "Upper" she said; so Up 'er I did A lady came in for a waterbottle I said, "what kind would you like?" "Rubber " she said; rub 'er I did A lady came in for a sweater I asked, "what kind would you like?" "Jumper, she said"; jump 'er I did A lady came in for a ticket I asked, "Where would you like to go?" "Bangor," she said; bang 'er I did Also: Hardware...nails....nail her I did Hardware...screw....screw her I did Fruit......plums....plumb her I did Cinnamon...sticks...stick her I did Peas.......split....split her I did Milk.......cream....cream her I did Covers.....spread...spread her I did Rope.......jump.....jump her I did Booze......liquor...lick 'er I did Also, one of my favorite limericks of all time. There once was a hermit named Dave Who kept a dead whore in his cave She had only one tit and her cunt smelled like shit But think of the money he'd save. AY ay ay yie... Your mother, she swims after troop ships So eat a clitoris and douche with Lavoris And whack me off again willy...
Traditional Irish-Newfoundland song: I wish I were Great Big Sea. Just steal Newfoundland folk songs, add some instrumentation, and wallow in the fame and pussy that comes with having a minor fan base on the East coast of Canada.
Can't post the Youtube video right now, but my new favorite drunk song is "Mickey Avalon - What Do You Say"