I was drinking InvernessTM on the second day of Spring
The whiskey had me seeing stars, my liver kissed my spleen
And when Geordie drank his sixteenth beer, he passed out dead away
And flew out from his body, which I hope does not decay.
Now, somewhere out in Tennessee is a brand called Johnny RedTM
And some folks swear it is the best, or may God strike them dead.
And aye, the Red is mighty mash, but heaven it not be,
For my God spread the Dew upon the land most dear to me.
Now, I've tasted Spice on Arakkis, and it outranks eating sand.
On Wrigley's, I once chewed the gum, and I've sipped Her finest brand
And I've drunk the high-proof Summer SnowTM on a Rigel mountain cap
And gotten plastered "going Between" by Pern's own DragonbackTM
Yes, I've lushed this whole grand galaxy, and I thank God it was big
I thank God that my liver held Black VelvetTM through GlenfiddichTM
And I thank the Lord that I've been served in the bars across mankind
I love the God who made Ireland, whose ouisgi outlives Time.
Written 1993 by Gerald Bliss.
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