Whiskey Dick Songtext
von Brickwall Jackson

In a sleepy little town a mile down the road from here
There lived a fella liked to dance but he don′t drink no beer
He said wine is fine and I don't mind but it′s really not my trick
And all the folks that know him just call him Whiskey Dick
Oh Whiskey Dick
Yeah Whiskey Dick
Mama named him Richard but it just didn't stick
Oh Whiskey Dick
Oh Whiskey Dick
He'll promise up a blue streak and then sit there like a brick
Now old Dick′s a fightin man so don′t you make him mad
But if you do don't worry none cause it′s really kinda sad
He'll bounce around and wiggle man it′s such a trip
That boy just can't seem to connect with a set of lips
Oh Whiskey Dick


Ole Whiskey Dick
Well he′s the first one to stand up but he'll sit down right quick
Oh Whiskey Dick
Oh Whiskey Dick
That boy's about as interesting as a bowl of onion dip
Now all you pretty ladies with amorous intent
You know ole′ Dick′s get up and go got up and it went
You'l never get him started so don′t you even try
He'll lay there lookin up at you with that one good eye
Oh Whiskey Dick
Ole Whiskey Dick
Well this song started out alright but it′s gettin pretty sick
Oh Whiskey Dick
Oh Whiskey Dick
Well I believe I've had enough of that self righteous little