Too Much Brandy Lyrics - Original Pirate Material - Streets

Smell of good earthy herbs makes my nerves shudder 

But where were you that cold December 

Cos we were in the grasshopper spending guilders 

Central station, charged up like Scarface 

Amsterdam ain't a nice place off your face, we enter the race 

Walk down, been there before, done that, no joy if you're bored 

Let's go see Roy, get fucked up with the boys 

Calvin, Schmalvin, I'm well within my limit, oh hang on a minute 

These mushrooms just kicked in, think I might be finished 

The ball game heads for the worse 

For what it's worth I might just fall off the edge of the earth 

Brain's kind of surfing now 

We wander down darkened pathways in a daze 

"Want to buy any cocaine?", am I paranoid? Yes, you're paranoid 

Charlie, darling, please save me, this is raving 

Take me home to my baby, two bags of mushrooms 

Room's mushed up and I need a cradle 

In its own little way, my body was trying to say 

That you better stop drinking brandy 

In its own little way, my body was trying to say 

That you better stop drinking brandy 

Now getting to the bar's gonna be trouble 

So the Marlons'll have to be doubles 

Then you drink doubles 

The same speed you drink singles 

Ah, beautiful, the barman holds aloft the crystal glass 

And I'm having all that's in the bubble in the bottom of the bottle 

Then by three or four, your head's a bit mangled 

Club's full, you mingle you dance the fandango 

You sing all your favourite jingles 

Far gone on one, call me Baron Von Marlon 

One has a monocle and cigar 

Dickie bow and long Johns 

My utility belt tells me it's to the bar batman 

Fat cans of that lager then it's straight to the dance floor 

For much more fancy footwork, it's adored by many amour 

Don't awe me with your little sidestep technique 

Get to the beat, loosen up, it's the streets 

In its own little way, my body was trying to say 

That you better stop drinking brandy 

In its own little way, my body was trying to say 

That you better stop drinking brandy 

We eat junk food, sat drunk on the tube 

Every time the train clunks I feel like puking 

Wonder whether that beautiful bird'll ring 

Then it all goes hazy, these are the days 

We're walking up out and back to the road, talking 

Well, shouting actually, loads more drunk, by Jove 

Mind's focused, balance fucked up 

Ra, ra, ra, it's all back to the dogstar and 

If it's his round I'm quite partial to another Marlon at the bar 

Bad idea to start again late, should've given my brain a break 

Take it easy mate, you start to think 

You're a state, you definitely are a state 

In its own little way, my body was trying to say 

That you better stop drinking brandy 

In its own little way, my body was trying to say 

That you better stop drinking brandy