by Bevan Bartlett

(I start the chorus on C5)

Chorus

Get drunk and yell, get drunk and yell
Down by the pump station, but we’re too drunk to smell
Get drunk and yell, get drunk and yell
All my friends, they would rather just get drunk and yell

(I start verses on G#4)

V1 (Bevan Bartlett)

Gather round me my friends and I’ll sing you a song
And I’ll try not to make it too mournful or long
Although these are the songs that I do love so well
All my friends, they would rather just get drunk and yell

V2 (Archie Stapleton)

On jolly occasions such as these here
Some like to sip slowly on three percent beer
But three’s not enough as they gladly will tell
For my friends, they would rather just get drunk and yell

V3 (Dylan Brown)

The songs that we sing tell a sorrowful tell
Songs of killing a man or of hunting a whale
I like songs of Gil Brenton or Frobisher as well (?)
But my friends they would rather just get drunk and yell

V4 (Seamus Lahey)

It’s the end of the night and it’s time to move on
I’ve drunk my last beer and I’ve sung my last song
But as I go to leave and to bid them farewell
All my friends, they would rather just get drunk and yell

V5 (Rob Ely)

I’m up in the bleachers intent on the game
To follow the action’s the reason I came
If they’d pay attention it sure would be swell
But my friends, they would rather just get drunk and yell

V6 (Peter Rothbart)

As winter arrives and the solstice draws near
We spread season’s greetings and holiday cheer
But there’s no Let It Snow, Deck The Halls, or Noel
For my friends, they would rather just get drunk and yell

V7 (Peter Rothbart)

We’re in lotus pose at the yoga retreat
I focus my breathing and center my chi
I’ve got balance to find and desires to quell
But my friends, they would rather just get drunk and yell

V8 (Peter Rothbart)

We’re drifting through space on the Enterprise D
After fighting the Borg with the rest of Starfleet
While I’m making repairs to the starboard nacelle
All my friends, they would rather just get drunk and yell