I'm going down to the corner
To buy me a bottle of gin
I'm going down to the corner
To buy me a bottle of gin
I'm [bad word] with this whisky
Whisky drinkin's a sin
I'm tired of people talking 'bout the shape I'm in

You see me [bad word] s
Whisky glass in my hand
You see me down [bad word] s
Whisky glass in my hand
You've got my permission
To shoot me right where I stand
Cos there's sure as [bad word] no whisky in the promised land

Back in Jolly Ole England,
Gin's the drink that they choose
Back in Jolly Ole England,
Gin's the drink that they choose
You never saw no Limey,
throwin' up on his shoes...
It's clear like water,
gonna' chase away my blues...

I'm going down to the corner
To buy me a bottle of gin
I'm going down to the corner
To buy me a bottle of gin
I'm [bad word] with this whisky
Whisky drinkin's a sin
I'm tired of people talking 'bout the shape I'm in
I'm tired of people talking 'bout the shape I'm in
I'm tired of these people talking 'bout the shape I'm in