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.
