DIMPTON DRINKING CLUB
Once a month they leave their wives and off they go to St. Ives,
And there they develop some monumental thirst.
Twelve quarts a man is sunk and they claim not one gets drunk,
But they do admit that once they had one burst.
I don't go with them anymore, I said to myself, "What for?
Drink that homemade wine, made by Wally Cox?
I said, "This stuff, it tastes like stew, and it's a funny colour too,
They said, "Ah, that'll be the dye out of Wally's socks."
Once we stopped at a posh hotel
And Sid, he said, "Oh well, I'll just pop in and get
for a gin and tonic."
Ted said, "I'll have a quart." I said, "You'll have half."
"Oh, don't make me laugh,"
That'll slop about my inside something chronic.
Inside we see Marg Tickle, looking like she's weened on a pickle,
She sneered at Ted and without any warning,
He said, "You're ugly, you old crow," and she said,
I'll have you know,"
He says, "I know, but I'll be sober in the morning."
There's the landlord's daughter Gerta, she's a nice little bit of
So to show off Ted orders pints of the best.
He said, "And what'll you have, my dear?"
she said, "I'll just have
a mouthful of beer,"
He said, "Don't be greedy, you'll have a pint, same as the rest."
He said, "I can't buy this stuff, Uh,"
He said, "I'll be glad
when I've had enough,
And we can all move on to some better place.
She said, "Good riddance 'cause you're too rough,
you don't know
when you've had enough."
He said, "I do, I'll fall flat on my face."
And they starts to have a row, she said,
"You can't even see straight
He said, "I can see straight, you don't have to shout."
He said, "I can see clear as a dye,
that cat coming in's only got
She said, "That cat ain't coming in, he's going out."
Each time he sees the vicar, now he don't hold his strong liquor,
When he seen Ted I thought he was going to get cross.
But he said, "Last Sunday I was filled with elation,
to see you
in my congregation."
He said, "Thank God, I wondered where I was."
That night we was tight as ticks,
the next morninga about half past
When all was still and no one was about.
Wally's Uncle Sid lifted up the dustbin lid,
And quietly and carefully climbed out.
See, the night before he'd strippef off,
cursed, and then dived
in head first,
You see, he thought he was on the end of a pier.
And a policewoman passed by and murmured with a sigh,
"What a waste, that one there's good for another year."
Oh dear, Wall had so much to sup, he woke the landlord up,
He phoned him up, he didn't have to shout.
He said, "We don't open until ten, you can't get in till then."
He said, "I don't want to get in, i want to get out."
Charlie, oh Charlie, he got so high, he laid down in the sty,
Next to a pig, and a passing priest was heard to say,
"You can tell a man who boozes by the company he chooses."
And the pig got up and slowly walked away.
Well I sit here like old Gandy, with my little half a shandy,
While that lot goes and drinks up half St. Ives,
'Cause once a month each year, he goes off and they disappear,
And they leaves behind their darling little wives.
Still you see, some men thirst for knowledge,
and that's why they
goes to college,
But some needs ale and wine to quench their thirst.
But the thirst I like to quench, requires the cooperation of a wench,
And I wonder which of the little wives I should call on first.