Karaoké Seven Drunken Nights Mike Denver

As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be

Well I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be

So I called my wife and I said to her will you kindly tell to me

Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

She said you're drunk you're drunk you silly old fool so drunk you cannot see

That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me

It's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more

A saddle on a sow sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be

Well I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be

So I called my wife and I said to her will you kindly tell to me

Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be?

She said you're drunk you're drunk you silly old fool so drunk you cannot see

That's a lovely blanket that me mother sent to me

Well it's many a day

I've travelled a hundred miles or more

But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be

Well I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be

So I called my wife and I said to her will you kindly tell to me

Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be?

She said you're drunk you're drunk you silly old fool so still you cannot see

That's a lovely whistle that me mother sent to me

Well it's many a day

I've travelled a hundred miles or more

But tobacco in a whistle sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be

WelI I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be

So I called my wife and I said to her will you kindly tell to me

Who owns those boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be

She said you're drunk you're drunk you silly old fool so still you cannot see

They're two lovely

Geranium pots me mother sent to me

It's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more

But laces in Geranium pots

I never saw before

Well as I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be

I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be

So I called my wife and I said to her will you kindly tell to me

Who owns that head with you in the bed where my old head should be?

She said you're drunk you're drunk you silly old fool so still you cannot see

That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me

It's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more

But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before