Three Nights Drunk
(aka Our Goodman, Five Nights Drunk, Seven Nights Drunk, The Traveller)
Now when I came home last Saturday night
-- drunk as a cunt could be
I saw some pants on the chair where my own pants should be
Oh I said to my wife as true as a wife could be
Whose are those pants upon the chair where my own pants should be?
It's only a blanket that my mother left with me
Now in all my years of travel
A thousand miles or more
A flyhole on a blank
I have never seen before
I came home last Saturday night -- drunk as a cunt could be
I saw a thing within the thing when my own thing should beOh I said to my
wife as true as a wife as true as a wife could be
Whose is that thing within the thing where my own thing should be
Oh your drunk you bugger, you silly old bugger
Now in all my years of travel
A thousand miles or more
A foreskin on a carat
I have never seen before