Bottle of Smoke

Thanks and praises

Thanks to Jesus

I bet on the Bottle of Smoke

I went to hell

And to the races

To bet on the Bottle of Smoke

The day being clear

The sky being bright

He came up on the left

Like a streak of light

Like a drunken ****

On a Saturday night

Up came the Bottle of Smoke

Twenty ******* five to one

Me gambling days are done

I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke

And my horse won

Stewards inquiries

Swift and fiery

I had the Bottle of Smoke

Inquisitions and suppositions

I had the Bottle of Smoke

**** the stewards

A trip to Lourdes

Might give the old *******

The power of sight

Screaming springers and stoppers

And call out coppers

But the money still gleams in my hand like a light

Bookies cursing

Cars reversing

I had the Bottle of Smoke

Glasses steaming

Vessels bursting

I had the Bottle of Smoke

Slip a fifty to the wife

And for each brat a crisp new five

To give me a break on a Saturday night

When I had the Bottle of Smoke

Priests and maidens

Drunk as pagans

They had the Bottle of Smoke

Sins forgiven and celebrations

They had the Bottle of Smoke

**** the Yanks

And drink their wives

The moon is clear

The sky is bright

I'm happy as the horses shite

Up came the Bottle of Smoke