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Bring Another Half Pint (Sonny Boy Williamson II) · Half Pint (Half Pint) · Half Pint (Half Pint) · Greetings from Half Pint (Half Pint) · 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) · Half Saint, Half Sinner (Tony Toliver) – and 90 other albums »


of salty water
She would live and die in galway bay

See her drinkin 16 pints at pat joe murphys
When the barman says "I think its time to go"
She
of salty water
She would live and die in galway bay

See her drinkin 16 pints at pat joe murphys
When the barman says "I think its time to go"
She
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
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
it, ooh-ooh
A-bring me 'nuther half-a-pint, yeah
A-because it's, umm-mmm-mmm, now
A-bring me 'nuther half-a-pint, yeah
Yes, I've got my happy song
Wouldn't give you me the price of a half pint of beer 
Wouldn't give you me the price of a cup of good cheer
A pox and a curse on the people round here
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
a little pinch of organ

Now give me a half a pint of horn

Place on the burner and bring to a boil
That's it, that's it, that's it right there.
Now
a little pinch of organ

Now give me a half a pint of horn

Place on the burner and bring to a boil
That's it, that's it, that's it right there.
Now
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
whiter than my socks
I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout guap
Clowning, clowning yall niggas I see you flop
I buy pints by the 2 no Pac

Baby pass me
sensation
Lately I've not slept a wink

Since this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink

I'm wild again
Beguiled again
A simpering whimpering child
be running out of time. What am I doing on this Louisiana Saturday night?

Can I get a cigarette? Fuma fuma pass it over I get ain't got a lighter
At eight o'clock we said goodbye
That's when I left her house for mine
She said that she'd be staying in
Well, she had to be at work by nine
So I get
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
sensation
Lately, I've not slept a wink
Since this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink

I'm wild again
Beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child
the Bristol Boys are lunatics but madness has its virtue they all smash their pints and feign legless fights because its what they're fucking used to one autumn
sensation
Lately I've not slept a wink

Since this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink

I'm wild again
Beguiled again
A simpering whimpering child
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
At eight o'clock we said goodbye
That's when I left her house for mine
She said that she'd be staying in
Well, she had to be at work by nine
So I
mm-mm-mm
Bring another half-a-pint
Now, an' I believe I'll get n' drunk
Baby, I'm gonna wreck this joint

Now, an' I love my moonshine whiskey
I tell
sensation
Lately I've not slept a wink

Since this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink

I'm wild again
Beguiled again
A simpering whimpering child
couldn't teach ya
'Bout the raising of the wrist
Socrates, himself, was permanently pissed

John Stuart Mill, of his own free will
On half a pint