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This is quite possibly the best party song. Everyone loves it.
The Old Black Rum
I drank sixteen doubles for the price of one
Trying to find the courage to talk to one
I asked her for a dance, not a second glance
My night had just begun
Well I drink to the Father or the Holy Ghost I'm kneeling at the altar of my nightly post So I'll raise the glass, not the first or last Come join me in this toast
Because the old black rum's got a hold of me
Like a dog wrapped round my leg
And the old black rum's got a hold of me
Well I'm here for another day, Hey
Well I'm here for another day
Well the queen of George Street just a walking on by. Walking on by with some guy who don't care That she stood in line since half past nine. And spent three hours on her hair....on her hair Well her friend is looking at me with an evil grin I think the bloody racket might soon begin I must have said something to the George Street queen and boys I'm joining in
So I drank all of my money and I slept out in the rain Every day is different but the night are all the same You never see the sun on the old black rum But you know I'm gonna do it again