Many,
plenty,
any,
well, maybe a bottle of whisky,
because I'm feeling frisky,
and my gal,
well, she's real swell,
and hell,
I ain't seen her for a week said the man to the cashier,
who smiled as he took the money for the whisky,
and threw in a pack of cigarettes for free,
thanks, said the man,
of you that is mighty grand,
and the cashier smiled and said goodbye,
and the customer with his trilby hat,
he went outside to brave the rain leaden sky,
as a few rain drops fell, ah, hell,
ah, hell he said and turned up his collar,
and put his hood up,
and walked past the window,
and smiled at himself,
looking good, looking good,
going to be a real good night,
real angel delight,
me and my gal,
rockin it to the morning light,
with a bottle of whiskey,
and crates of beer,
and kisses and cuddles,
and huggles by the fire,
and filled with desire,
oh, how we will be laughing,
and filled with cheer,
yeah, soon be home,
and she will be there waiting for me,
with the roses upon the table,
and her and me,
we were meant to be,
and she, well she loves me,
and that is all I need,
and though I may sweat and toil too much for almost free,
and struggle to pay the mortgage,
a roof is roof,
and it means nothing apart from that to me,
but she, she, means everything to me,
and when I get home,
just you wait and see,
just you wait and see God,
because I know your omnipotent,
but there are some things I don't want you to see,
no God, can you not take a night off,
because me and my gal are making love all night,
and it ain't right,
you always watching me.
