Delirium Tremens | Christy Moore Cover | The Longest Johns

Loved this song for a while and particularly the way Christie Moore changes a lot of the lyrics over time. We wrote our own last verse to convey the kind of problems that may push us to climb on the wagon. I doubt it would work but you never know! Lyrics: I dreamt a dream the other night I couldn’t sleep a wink The rats were tryin’ to count the sheep and I was off the drink There were footsteps in the parlour and voices on the stairs I was climbin’ up the walls and movin’ round the chairs. I looked out from under the blanket up at the fireplace. The Pope and John F. Kennedy were starin’ in me face. and suddenly it dawned at me I was getting the old When the Child o’ Prague began to dance around the mantlepiece. Well Goodbye to the Port and the Brandy, to the Vodka and the Stag, To the Schmiddick and the Harpic, the bottled draught and keg. As I sat lookin’ up the Guinness ad I could never figure out How your man stayed up on the surfboard after fourteen pints of stout. Well I swore upon the bible I’d never touch a drop. My heart was palpitatin’ I was sure ’twas going to stop, Thinkin’ I was dyin’ I gave my soul to God to keep. A tenner to St. Anthony to help me get some sleep. I fell in an awful nightmare - got a dreadful shock. When I dreamt there was no Duty-free at the airport down in Knock. George Seawright was sayin’ the rosary and SPUC were on the pill. Frank Patterson was gargled and he singin’ Spancil Hill. Well Goodbye to the Port and the Brandy, to the Vodka and the Stag, To the Schmiddick and the Harpic, the bottled draught and keg. As I sat lookin’ up the Guinness ad I could never figure out How your man stayed up on the surfboard after fourteen pints of stout. I dreamt that Skinny Lister had called it all a day Excelsior had struck a rock and gone down in the Waves Our discord got deleted, the servers just went black And Kimbers men went off to Greece and never made it back The Llandogger collapsed and took the Old duke in the fall The publishers for Christie Moore were trying to sue us all. And then I saw that Taylor swift was covering Wellerman. Twas then I knew i’d never ever ever drink again Well Goodbye to the Port and the Brandy, to the Vodka and the Stag, To the Schmiddick and the Harpic, the bottled draught and keg. As I sat lookin’ up the Guinness ad I could never figure out How your man stayed up on the surfboard after fourteen 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22….etc. Pints of stout -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Longest Johns