GlennStrudwick

PANGALACTIC GARGLE BLASTER It was Christmas 1985 The night was young, I was feeling alive Three pints of Snakebite, good for a start eh ? We then headed off to the works Christmas party I bought a pint of Bishop's tipple from the offy on the way And When I got there I was ready to play I wanted a drink to get me totally plastered PANGALACTIC GARGLE BLASTER ! I'd read The Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy I had no idea it would do this to me There was a table stacked with booze, so I sat on my bus pass Poured vodka and Cointreau in a pint glass I'd made a drink from a work of fiction It went straight down without any friction Beeblebrox was the cocktail master PANGALACTIC GARGLE BLASTER ! I knocked it back - I was pissed as a fart But I wasn't done yet - that was just a start It said in the book 'never drink more than two' so I thought 'ah fuck it - what could it do ? I started to drink it - it was going down fine Gail topped it up with a bottle of wine It was getting out of hand, I was courting disaster ! PANGALACTIC GARGLE BLASTER It was a heavy drinking session, it was no light lunch I chased it down with eight cups of punch The rest is a blur, I was pissed as a rat I haven't got a clue what happened after that ! I awoke the next day, lying on my bed Feeling like steam hammers were banging in me 'ead No other drink kills brain cells faster PANGALACTIC GARGLE BLASTER ! I was totally destroyed, lying in a haze I couldn't stand up for four f@ckin' days I couldn't even eat, couldn't eat a f@ckin' thing I had severe alcohol poisoning ! So if you wanna be a space cadet and go out on the piss Beeblebrox had two heads to deal with this If you've only got one you'll regret it shortly after ! PANGALACTIC GARGLE BLASTER !