Broad Lic Nic lyrics translation: DOUG ANTHONY ALL STARS Broad Lic Nic song texte and letras DOUG ANTHONY ALL STARS Broad Lic Nic tab, paroles and testo DOUG ANTHONY ALL STARS Broad Lic Nic Karaoke and Music Video - none yet
It's a broad lic nic, and I'll tell you while I'm able Or I'll smash your skull If you're not drinking enough Black Label It's a hard man's drink, and though the bottle's broken Put your money on the table Strain the glass through your teeth We grew up lean, mean, kings of the street scene Without a mother's guiding hand to keep us clean Down your rum, we'll take life as it come And all you blue rinse critics lickk our literary bum
I drank my first pure malt before I was three I smoked a pack of Dutch cigarettes my pappy left for me And I romanced a little lass who was twelve years my elder, at the age of six I held her That year I also bed her so before I was seven my first child was born I told a pack of filthy lies as a politician Heard my own confession as act of contrition I spent ten years as a Trappist monk in a village in Tibet (Liar! ) And I walked up Everest naked just to win a bet
Well I cut off my leg to win a one legged race And when I won I stitched right back into place I fought Mohammed Ali, I've seduced Mata Hari I've even worn a sari when I impersonated Gandhi And I dare any man here to call me a liar (LIARS! ) But I swear I've seen Ezikiel, I swear I've seen Isaiah Toasting marshmallows in Beelzebub's fire
And we're mad, MAD! Bad, BAD! Dangerous to know We never gave a tinker's cuss about the seeds we'd sow And we stay up late and never be forlorn And when the morning comes around we'll kiss the crack of dawn
We took the whacks from Kerouac's and dusty Dostoyevsky's And when all was said and done booze was all I had left me For all the world's great thinkers are all a load of pus! And if you asked us how Zarathustra spoke, He spoke thus: "Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink until your drunk, Drink until you can't stand up, 'Til you're roly poly stunk. 'Til your bladder bursts, 'til you throw a fit and curse, 'Til they lift you up still comatose and slamdance in the hearse!"
And we're good, GOOD! Bad, BAD! Ugly as sin We mixed up cough syrup with our gin So take your medicine I pray that when I die There'll be someone else around to kiss my ass goodbye Yes I pray, I pray, I pray that when I die There'll be someone else around to kiss my ass goodbye Send "Broad Lic Nic" Ringtone to your Cell