A Drop of Brandy
The sweet taste of victory
Is contained in Bacardi.
I lost my wife down the reddened trail
Of ginger and a whole lot of ale.
My children went with her, bless their souls,
I washed them away – It’s how the rum rolls.
I killed a man by flipping his car over a rail,
The cops say I shouldn’t have had that last cocktail.
I’ve been in jail for seventeen years,
With every drink pouring out my ears.
I refilled my soul with a drink of the vine,
And fought with another over a bottle of wine.
Now I’m alone and old with nothing to gain.
Dry your eyes – I’ll be in champagne.