Scorpion Wind In Vino Veritas
So won't someone pour me another martini to sip while
Rome is afire? So won't someone pour me another martini,
and we'll toast the world's funeral
pyre.
I was born in a blizzard of bubbles, rising us towards
the sun. Clock this world up for the dead (?), and he
said he'd rather have fun. I've been drinking, and I've
been thinking, and I think that I'll drink some more.
So here's to your health, and here's to crime, and here's
to sex evermore. We're men of the brain, and not cocaine.
I treasure my pleasure and cherish your pain.
So won't someone pour me another martini to sip while
Rome is afire? Won't someone pour me another martini, and
we'll toast the world's funeral pyre.
So let's have another, another sherry, gin and vermouth,
whisky sour, highball, 7 and 7(?), midori martini,
chardonnay, rum and coke, margaritas, long island iced
tea, cognac, daiquiris, bloody mary, [something] all
around, Jaegermeister, Irish whisky, keep them coming,
keep the glasses full.
To crime, here's mud in your eye, [something], chin-chin,
[something], [something], [something], Heilige,
[something].
