Тексты песен Amphetameanies

We spent five days inside your room I played at Yoko, you were John We dropped out, tuned in, got turned on. It was a bedroom holiday It was a bedroom holiday The neighbours thought that we were dead

I lost my voice In a squatters' pub in Rotterdam I met an Argentin-i-an - but that's OK with me We drank all night Drinking to the memory Drinking to the HAND OF GOD - and the referee I lost my mind T

A man's a man an a' that, A whisky's a whisky an a' that Any whisky is good whisky, Just get me a double please From the bar... right now... thank you I need whisky In a bucket not a cup (not a cup) G