Karaoké 1,2,3,4 Alan Doyle

Whiskey, whiskey

The singer's gettin' sore

We raised the roof now we're lowerin' the floor

The band is blistered but we got a little more

When I say One two you say Three four

One two three four

Altogether

Altogether gone

It's now or never if you want another song

On and on goes the ringin' of the bell

Off we go

This song won't sing itself

Eh

So soldiers at my side

Come on

It's you and me tonight

Whiskey, whiskey

The singer's gettin' sore

We raised the roof now we're lowerin' the floor

The band is blistered but we got a little more

When I say One two you say Three four

One two three four

Oh mister Moonlight

You gotta let 'em play

If the devils wanna dance then the piper wants his pay

Hide me in a hidin' place where good sense never goes

Take me to the fountain where the firewater flows

Find our alibies and lies and lose ourselves tonight

Whiskey, whiskey

The singer's gettin' sore

We raised the roof now we're lowerin' the floor

The band is blistered but we got a little more

When I say One two you say Three four

One two three four

Dah lih

Dan dih lih an dih lih

Dan dih lih an dih lih

Dah dih lih an dih lih ah dih

Dah lih

Dan dih lih an dih lih

Dan dih lih an dih lih

Dah dih lih an dih lih oh eh

Dah lih

Dan dih lih an dih lih

Dan dih lih an dih lih

Dah dih lih an dih lih ah dih

Dah lih

Dan dih lih an dih lih

Dan dih lih an dih lih

Dah dih lih an dih

Tryin' to get the whole room on the dance floor is like tryin' to put a square peg in a round hole

I'm not sayin' it ain't somethin' that we shouldn't try to do

Don't do it for me though do it for you

You've been mindin' your manners and behavin' yourself but there's still a lot of bottles left upon the shelf

So wet my little whistle now and give a dog a bone

I can take it up a notch

Can't do it alone

So soldiers at my side

It's you and me tonight

Whiskey, whiskey

The singer's gettin' sore

We raised the roof now we're lowerin' the floor

The band is blistered but we got a little more

When I say One two you say Three four

One two three four

Whiskey, whiskey

The singer's gettin' sore

We raised the roof now we're lowerin' the floor

The band is blistered but we got a little more

When I say One two you say Three four

One two three four