Drink Up

Drink up, drink up, drink up

Fill your cups again and again

I’ll join you when I’m dead

I 'm not drinking until then

I filled up my dance card completely

By the time I was 45

I’d had enough fun for a lifetime

And it feels better to be alive

I quit one morning in August

Seventeen years ago

I polished off a bottle of Petrus

Clearly the right way to go

My sister drove me to rehab

On a beautiful sunny day

All I could see were the liquor ads

That lined the biilboarded way

Rehab was fun in the end

I slept well every night

I learned how to bowl and play volleyball

And found life without booze was alright

We all went to an AA meeting

Our first night in the joint

The guy who led it was a murderer

I guess that was the point

I went to meetings for 3 years

I did 90 in 90 at first

I gave it up after that though

By then I’d lost the thirst

I have a cellar of good Bordeaux

Aging in racks downstairs

Bought before I quit drinking, for show

Thought it'd be good for putting on airs

I’m thinking that when I’m 80

Those wines will be 30 years old

Just the right age to go on a date

With an old man, if he made so bold

So here’s to quitting drinking

At least until I’ve grown up

Then I can start all over again

Drink up, drink up, drink up