Текст песни: Another Drinking Song + перевод

Well it seems like only yesterday we picked up our Guitars

And played a song for free beer down at Peter Bell’s old bar

How were we to know it would ever get this far

To see my glass could be my last so come on raise your jar

And here’s to you, and here’s to me

Here’s to all the things that we’ll never be

Here’s to all you bastards right or wrong

Hoist your beer and give a cheer

To all the things that you hold dear

And fill em up again quick lads

It’s another drinkin' song

Well, Singing songs to sell beer gave us licenses to play

Join a band and see the world on ten rubles a day

Drive a thousand miles play some tunes and then get laid

In every bar no matter where, they’re all the fuckin' same

We’re not good enough to be a jazz band

We’re not smart enough to write a hit song

We’re not cool enough to be a swing band

We’re just good enough, to fuck you up!

I know it doesn’t really matter what I say

I know there’s no-one out there listening anyway

And I could sing my songs about chicks and suits and cars

But I’d rather sing my songs about drinking beers in bars

Hoist your beer and give a cheer

To all the things that you hold dear

And fill em up again quick lads

It’s another drinkin' song

And fill em up again quick

It’s another drinkin'

Another drinkin'

Another drinkin' song

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