When the clouds, they rain down on your parade
And wash your float out to the sea
You've reached the bitter end but brother you've got friends
And the drunkard's damnation jamboree
You can find us there drinking the dog's hair
Hair of that hound that bit you and me
Rope and tyin' them on dem doggies gettin' gone
And the drunkard's damnation jamboree
We're gettin' high (high, high, high)
Pickin', drinkin' and singin' songs
We're getting bombed (bombed, bombed, bombed)
Glad you joined us, the night is long
Let's have another round and spread that joyful sound
We may be dead but you must agree
Heaven's not for us, we're too boisterous
And the drunkard's damnation jamboree
So don't shed a tear ‘cause I wound up here
Hell ain't it's cracked up to be
In fact it's so much more, they got a music store
And the drunkard's damnation jamboree
We're getting smashed (smashed, smashed, smashed)
Cigars and fruits of sour mash
We're singin' songs (songs, songs, songs)
Pour a whisky and sing along
We're gettin' high (high, high, high)
Pickin', drinkin' and singin' songs
We're getting bombed (bombed, bombed, bombed)
Glad you joined us, the night is long
So when the clouds, they rain
Down on your parade and wash your float out to the sea
You've reached the bitter end but brother you've got friends
And the drunkard's damnation jamboree