Mutant With Attitude - Pangalactic Gargle Blaster

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 !