Drink, drink,
Glorious drink,
Nothing quite like it,
To make you stink.
Drink, drink,
Glorious drink,
Nothing quite like it,
When you reach the brink.
Drink, drink,
Glorious drink,
Nothing quite like it,
Down the spiral you sink.
Drink, drink,
Glorious drink,
Nothing quite like it,
So stop and think.
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