Old Black Rum

This is quite possibly the best party song. Everyone loves it.

The Old Black Rum

I drank sixteen doubles for the price of one

Trying to find the courage to talk to one

I asked her for a dance, not a second glance

My night had just begun

Well I drink to the Father or the Holy Ghost

I'm kneeling at the altar of my nightly post

So I'll raise the glass, not the first or last

Come join me in this toast

Because the old black rum's got a hold of me

Like a dog wrapped round my leg

And the old black rum's got a hold of me

Well I'm here for another day, Hey

Well I'm here for another day

Well the queen of George Street just a walking on by.

Walking on by with some guy who don't care

That she stood in line since half past nine.

And spent three hours on her hair....on her hair

Well her friend is looking at me with an evil grin

I think the bloody racket might soon begin

I must have said something to the George Street queen

and boys I'm joining in

So I drank all of my money and I slept out in the rain

Every day is different but the night are all the same

You never see the sun on the old black rum

But you know I'm gonna do it again