Too Much Brandy Lyrics

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
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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