Verse 1: the party is g-o-l-d and everyone has planned their small weddings this scene I see a dress a drink a golden ring and I... I need this drink now
Pre-chorus: good God good God why do you keep running babe running away from
Chorus: so make it a holiday of gold when bones can see that it'll run down it'll run down
Verse 2: the party is g-o-l-d and sweety go hard go hard you won't get far cause harlots seem very sweet until they need a drink-girl you're to easy.
Bridge: there's several singing drinks in me it's making it hard to think I wish that I could tell her I left became a sailor and there's several singing drinks in me oh singing drink oh they're in me it's making it hard to breathe.