Crack Hitler
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Well this could turn out to be about finnish drinking songs, since I can come up with several but none english-ones 
I wonder...
Hector - Juodaan viinaa
I wonder... Hector - Juodaan viinaa
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Bambi
Villain of the piece
Crack Hitler
homeless
@stone
Can't remember the title of that song, but how would you translate their other lyrics (also from a song I can't remember the title of) ' Teen sulle temput ja paskannan porealtaaseen' ? Cracks me up everytime!
Can't remember the title of that song, but how would you translate their other lyrics (also from a song I can't remember the title of) ' Teen sulle temput ja paskannan porealtaaseen' ?
Cracks me up everytime! 
Morpheus
Member
Metallica- The memory remains
try to sing th "la la la la, la la la..." part when you are drunk
it's kinda fun
try to sing th "la la la la, la la la..." part when you are drunk
it's kinda fun
Don Corleone
Emre
np: jay jay johanson - i fantasize of you
as for drinking songs:
thin lizzy/metallica - whiskey in the jar (but i heard this was originally an english ballad)
sentenced - the river
type o negative - in praise of lord bacchus
i just realized ive got more "smoking" songs than drinking ones!
as for drinking songs:
thin lizzy/metallica - whiskey in the jar (but i heard this was originally an english ballad)
sentenced - the river
type o negative - in praise of lord bacchus
i just realized ive got more "smoking" songs than drinking ones!
Don Corleone
Emre
Forlorn Hope
leave me alone
Bambi
Villain of the piece
Forlorn Hope
leave me alone
It's originally an Irish folk song, and the Dubliners made it "their" song officially, and Metallica covered it then
Don Corleone
Emre
Forlorn Hope
leave me alone
Bambi
Villain of the piece
ah yes the the dubliners ...real hairy men..unlike womanowar, which reminds me: "seven drunken nights" is the best drinking song ever: that or "finnegans wake"
As I went home on Monday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a horse outside the door,
where my old horse should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that horse outside the door,
where my old horse should be?
Ay, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you cannot see.
That's a lovely sow that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but a saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before.
As I went home on Tuesday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a coat behind the door,
where my old coat should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that coat behind the door,
where my old coat should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool,
still you cannot see.
That's a woolen blanket that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but buttons on a blanket, sure, I never saw before.
As I went home on Wednesday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a pipe upon the chair,
where my old pipe should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that pipe upon the chair
where my old pipe should be.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool,
still you cannot see.
That's a lovely tin-whistle, that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but tobacco in a tin-whistle, sure, I never saw before.
As I came home on Thursday nigh,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw two boots beside the bed,
where my old boots should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns them boots beside the bed
where my old boots should be.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool,
still you cannot see.
They're two lovely flower pots my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but laces in flower pots I never saw before.
As I came home on Friday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a head upon the bed,
where my old head should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that head upon the bed,
where my old head should be.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool,
still you cannot see.
That's a baby boy, that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure, I never saw before.
As I came home on a Saturday night,
as drunk as drunk could be
I spied two hands upon her breasts,
where my old hands should be.
I called to my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
Who's hands are these upon your breasts,
where my old hands should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk,
you silly old fool,
still you cannot see
'Tis nothing but a Living Bra Jane Russell gave to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more,
but fingernails on a Living Bra, I never saw before.
As I came home on Sunday night,
a little after three
I saw a thing inside her thing
wehere my old thing should be
I called my wife and I said to her: HEY WIFE
Would ya kindly tell to me,
who owns that thing inside yer thing
wehere my old thing should be?
Oh you're drunk, you're drunk,
you silly old fool,
still you cannot see,
Twas nothing but a hammer that me mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more,
But a hammer with a head like that I never saw before.
As I went home on Monday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a horse outside the door,
where my old horse should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that horse outside the door,
where my old horse should be?
Ay, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you cannot see.
That's a lovely sow that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but a saddle on a sow, sure, I never saw before.
As I went home on Tuesday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a coat behind the door,
where my old coat should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that coat behind the door,
where my old coat should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool,
still you cannot see.
That's a woolen blanket that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but buttons on a blanket, sure, I never saw before.
As I went home on Wednesday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a pipe upon the chair,
where my old pipe should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that pipe upon the chair
where my old pipe should be.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool,
still you cannot see.
That's a lovely tin-whistle, that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but tobacco in a tin-whistle, sure, I never saw before.
As I came home on Thursday nigh,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw two boots beside the bed,
where my old boots should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns them boots beside the bed
where my old boots should be.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool,
still you cannot see.
They're two lovely flower pots my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but laces in flower pots I never saw before.
As I came home on Friday night,
as drunk as drunk could be.
I saw a head upon the bed,
where my old head should be.
I called my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
who owns that head upon the bed,
where my old head should be.
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk
you silly old fool,
still you cannot see.
That's a baby boy, that my mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've traveled, a hundred miles or more,
but a baby boy with his whiskers on, sure, I never saw before.
As I came home on a Saturday night,
as drunk as drunk could be
I spied two hands upon her breasts,
where my old hands should be.
I called to my wife and I said to her:
Will you kindly tell to me,
Who's hands are these upon your breasts,
where my old hands should be?
Oh, you're drunk, you're drunk,
you silly old fool,
still you cannot see
'Tis nothing but a Living Bra Jane Russell gave to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more,
but fingernails on a Living Bra, I never saw before.
As I came home on Sunday night,
a little after three
I saw a thing inside her thing
wehere my old thing should be
I called my wife and I said to her: HEY WIFE
Would ya kindly tell to me,
who owns that thing inside yer thing
wehere my old thing should be?
Oh you're drunk, you're drunk,
you silly old fool,
still you cannot see,
Twas nothing but a hammer that me mother sent to me.
Well, it's many a day I've travelled, a hundred miles or more,
But a hammer with a head like that I never saw before.
Originally posted by Crack Hitler
@stone
Can't remember the title of that song, but how would you translate their other lyrics (also from a song I can't remember the title of) ' Teen sulle temput ja paskannan porealtaaseen' ?
i think i won't even try.. i feel not very clever today..these mondays you know.
(yeah like i'm gettin that now out of my mind..?!) gösta's a man of the words, indeed..!!
without
mrrr!
