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There lies a tavern down Wisconsin Way |
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Where you can get drunk any time of the day |
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The landlord's a bastard, the barmaid's a whore |
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But give them no shit or you're straight out the door |
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The Sunk'n Norwegian's the name of this hole |
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A nasty ol' tavern if ever I've known |
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[Chorus:] |
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One more drink at the Sunk'n Norwegian |
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One more drink before we have to die |
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One more drink at the Sunk'n Norwegian |
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Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky |
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One more drink, at the Sunk'n Norwegian |
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One more drink, before we have to die |
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One more drink, at the Sunk'n Norwegian |
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Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky |
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Scoundrels and brigands and ne'er-do-wells |
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And creatures dragged up from the black pits of hell |
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You'll find the relief in a tankard of ale |
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So the Sunk'n Norwegian is where we will sail |
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For barrels of whiskey or pints from the bar |
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But if you don't know |
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Then you don't go |
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Drink up my friends, as much as you can |
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For tomorrow we sail to a faraway land |
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We'll party all night and get drunk off our heads |
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'Cause we can all rest when we are dead |
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[Chorus x2] |
