Drinking Song Songtext
von Jason Webley

Yoda dee, yoda dum
Yoda dee, yoda, yoda dum

To the old chrome cassette of my mother′s voice
I still cry when I hear her sing
The clock stuck twelve, the voice I loved so well
Was eaten up by the machine
Was eaten up by the machine

When the glass is full, drink up, drink up
This may be the last time we see this cup
If God wanted us sober, He'd knock the glass over
So while it is full, we drink up
Yoda dee, yoda dum
Yoda dee, yoda, yoda dum

A toast to Mary, a girl I once loved
Oh Lord, why do things have to die?
If drinking beer could bring her back here
I′d drink the damn place dry
Yes, I'd drink the damn place dry


When the glass is full, drink up, drink up
This may be the last time we see this cup
If God wanted us sober, He'd knock the glass over
So while it is full, we drink up
Yoda dee, yoda dum
Yoda dee, yoda, yoda dum

And here′s to the old house on Lily Pond Lane
And the room where my boots used to rest
One day I gave the foundation a shake
But my home, it did not pass the test
No, my home, it did not pass the test

When the glass is full, drink up, drink up
This may be the last time we see this cup
If God wanted us sober, He′d knock the glass over
So while it is full, we drink up
When the glass is full, drink up, drink up
This may be the last time we see this cup
If God wanted us sober, He'd knock the glass over
So while it is full, we drink up
If God wanted us sober
He′d knock the glass over
So while it is full
We drink up