Drinkin’ Up a Windfall

By Garland Davis

A crazy shipmate of mine and I reenlisted for the bonus in sixty-eight.

A grateful Uncle Sugar laid eight K on him and six on me.

So we decided to convert it into Mojo and San Miguel

The better our esophagi to fill.

So we started in Po City, and had a drink in every shitty

Little dive which is really quite a few

And a Jeepney Driver on Rizal took us over the hill

Toward the Barrio where he joined us in a brew

We was weavin’ just a trifle as we pulled into Nasty Mac’s

But it was nothing to the weavin’ we did as we was leavin’

And from time to time it got a little worse

 

Well there’s nothin’ like drinkin’ up a windfall

We was two assholes so goddamn drunk it was almost sinful

And I think I ain’t sobered up yet

 

We was feeling mighty fine as we crossed the Barrio line

Suckin San Magoo and wavin’ pesos at the girls

Halfway toward Subic City we picked up our second wind

In a lowdown joint where the ugly girls pull their Twilight Tours

So I had another pitcher and my shipmate had another brown bottle

And the jeepney driver killed a picture of Mojo

When we got to Subic City that Jeepney was in overdrive

The bamboo telegraph had spread the word that we were comin’

And crowds began to form

We drank our way from Blow Heaven to Dogpatch and back again

A-boozin’ and a-singin’ up a tropical storm

I lost my buddy and the Jeepney driver at Marilyn’s playin’ smiles

About the time I fell in love

We was drunker than it is possible to be

But there finally came a time when we just didn’t have a dime

We sat on Grande Island and wept into the sea

 

Well there’s nothin’ like drinkin’ up a windfall

We was two assholes so goddamn drunk it was almost sinful

And I think I ain’t sobered up yet