The Libertine will have Tea and Toast

Take one whisky, it’s good for the heart
Now here’s a reasonable place to start:
A dead distillery in the central belt
Smooth and silky
Hardly felt

Life is lush, life is junk
I’ve been all at sea and I’ve been sunk
Lived like a libertine, lived like a monk
Can’t live sober and I can’t live drunk

Islay’s calling me home through the storm
I’m looking for something potent and warm
Pour a Lagavulin and knock it back
Feeling like I’m having a heart attack

She put me to bed, I passed out on the floor
Turned me on my side so I wouldn’t snore
Woke up dying for a cup of tea
I swear it’s the only liquid for me

Life is lush, life is junk
I’ve been all at sea and I’ve been sunk
Lived like a libertine, lived like a monk
Can’t live sober and I can’t live drunk

Copyright Tom Morton/Zetland Phonographic Industries 2005. All rights reserved.