Its time to chase the last bottle down
And after long it runs out and it only gets you down,
Here’s a little somethin’, that my dear mother said,
She said “Son don’t you know, you drink them Porters, they’ll get you dead?”
Toast to the gals and toast to her sins,
Toast to those girls that’ll always share their friends
It takes too much work for us guys to get it right,
Buy them wine, buy them flowers, but you buy them dinner
And it’s goodnight!
Chorus:
Let’s drink a liter or drink a pint,
Turn your glass around and drink with me tonight
And Someday girl, you’ll get it right,
When you turn your ass around and sleep with me tonight!