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Greetings from Half Pint (Half Pint) · Bring Another Half Pint (Sonny Boy Williamson II) · Half Pint (Half Pint) · Half Pint (Half Pint) · Greetings from New York City [Greetings from New York City...And More] (Robert Gordon) · Monday at the Hug and Pint (Arab Strap) · Monday at the Hug and Pint [Japan Bonus Tracks] (Arab Strap) · Evig Pint (Kaizers Orchestra) · Pint of Ale (Huey "Piano" Smith & the Clowns) · Half & Half (The Four Seasons) – and 90 other albums »


Well, I'm sloppy drunk again, sleepin' all by myself

I say, "Woh, bring me another half of pint"
I say, "Woh, bring me another half of pint"
Well, I'm
1, 2
1, 2, 3

I'd rather be sloppy drunk than anything I know
I'd rather be sloppy drunk than anything I know
Another half a pint, then you'll see me
the path to shangrila
Is misled by he misled by you
He is of your negativity, he is of your hate
Meet the other half of the jugglin' duo
That is your
half-a-pint
Woman, an you will see me go

Now, my gal she done quit me
For somebody else
Now, my little gal she done quit me
For somebody else
Now, an'
with me
She put her hand into her bag, now
Pulled out a half pint of red eye sauce
Sneakin' 'round the corner, drinkin' whiskey from a jar

I don't
I take xannies, I can’t eat no breakfast
Half a pound for breakfast
2 grams of molly breakfast
A pint of lean for breakfast
I got Collard Greens
over late up
Me, Ginny, she sits over late up
Between the pint pot and the cup

It's down the pits, we'll go me marrers
It's down the pits, we'll go me
over late up
Me, Ginny, she sits over late up
Between the pint pot and the cup

It's down the pits, we'll go me marrers
It's down the pits, we'll go me
night in Birmingham after the band had played we piled into that filthy van and got out of that place by half a mile or half a minute I was a sunken,
a bracelet
Just to satisfy your fourteen carat mind.

[Chorus:]
Layin' by these railroad tracks in Denver
With a hurtin' head and a half a pint of wine
Headed out for Austin, now we're half way down the road
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by
Steady staring out the window
It fells good, it fells
Headed out for Austin, now we're half way down the road
Hollering budda-budda-budda-budda-by
Steady staring out the window
It fells good, it fells
the Hershey's kisses, and this is
Romeo: A way of dribble to the munch though
Behold, the next Immature episode
Half-Pint: Let me munch, let me crunch, yo
display
And he knew that he'd be ready with a stainless steel machete
And a half a pint of Ballentine's each day
And he holed up in room above a hardware
and this is
Romeo: A way of dribble to the munch though
Behold, the next Immature episode
Half-Pint: Let me munch, let me crunch, yo check it
Romeo:
gon tie in
In the bushes they lying, ain't lying that's my word
By the end of the month, they left with them birds
Zoned off that purp, I'm slurring
anymore
I've got a million choices in my head
If I could only chose the one that says it best
I shelled out a quarter for a greeting card
Now I can't
There's the Reds and there's the Greens
Super slicks and has beens,
They're accompanied by three men dressed in black,
One's a whistle, two are
my ash tray maybe just enough to pay
For a half pint of somethin', probably make us choke

Well, you know I'd rather not go and meet your family
They'd
got baby roaches inside my full pint, camouflaging in spices
Once by accident, I ate 'em with my rice kid
'Cause, when you're hungry you don't think
one, be-be-burn one
Get a half a pound of bubba kush and just burn one
Get a pint and da purp mix it wit it burn one
Call it burple call it purple bubba
I met him at the fishing hole

But old Dillon wasn't toting his half pint of tin hide

His roll your own tobacco string was a-hanging from his pocket
change in my ash tray maybe just enough to pay
For a half pint of somethin', probably make us choke

Well, you know I'd rather not go and meet your
(david lee murphy)

Hobo jim was tendin' the fire
He said tonight boys we got a feast
Got a fresh stole hen and half pint of gin
And a big can
continued
Half the continental shelf burned by interval
Interval

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