Lyrics: Alan Doyle/Ed Robertson
Music: Alan Doyle/Ed Robertson
Whiskey, whiskey
The singers getting sore
We raised the roof, now we're lowering the floor
The band is blistered but we've got a little more
When I say 1, 2, you say 3, 4
1, 2, (3, 4)
Altogether
Altogether gone
It's now or never if you want another song
On and on goes the ringing of the bell
Off we go, this song won't sing itself
So soldiers at my side, come on
It's you and me tonight
Whiskey, whiskey
The singers getting sore
We raised the roof, now we're lowering the floor
The band is blistered but we've got a little more
When I say 1, 2, you say 3, 4
1, 2, (3, 4)
Oh, Mister Moonlight
You gotta let 'em play
If the devils wanna dance then the piper wants his pay
Hide me in a hiding place where good sense never goes
Take me to the fountain where the fire water flows
Find our alibis and lies
And lose ourselves tonight
Whiskey, whiskey
The singers getting sore
We raised the roof, now we're lowering thefloor
The band is blistered but we've got a little more
When I say 1, 2, you say 3, 4
1, 2, (3, 4)
Trying to get the whole room on the dance floor
Is like trying to put a square peg in a round hole
I'm not saying it ain't something that we shouldn't try to do
Don't do it for me though, do it for you
You've been minding your manners and behaving yourself
But there's a lot of bottles let up upon theshelf
So wet my little whistle now and give a dog a bone
I can take it up a notch, can't do it alone
So soldiers at my side, it's you and me tonight
Whiskey, whiskey
The singers getting sore
We raised the roof, now we're lowering the floor
The band is blistered but we've got a little more
When I say 1, 2, you say 3, 4
1, 2, (3, 4)
Whiskey, whiskey
The singers getting sore
We raised the roof, now we're lowering the floor
The band is blistered but we've got a little more
When I say 1, 2, you say 3, 4
1, 2, (3, 4)