Seven Drunken Nights Lyrics - The Tossers

Well, I've been there, seven drunken nights 

Uh hmm, I've been there seven drunken nights, seven drunken days 

Uh hmm 

Oh, as I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be 

I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be 

Well, I called me wife and I said to her, "Can you kindly tell to me" 

Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be? 

You're drunk, you're drunk 

You silly old fool, now you can not see 

And that's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me 

Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more 

But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before 

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be 

I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be 

Well, I called me wife and I said to her, "Can you kindly tell to me" 

Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be? 

You're drunk, you're drunk 

You silly old fool, now you can not see 

That's a woolen blanket that me mother sent to me 

Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more 

But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before 

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be 

I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be 

And I called me wife and I said to her, "Can you kindly tell to me 

Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be? 

Billy, you're drunk, you're drunk 

You silly old fool, now you can not see 

That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me 

Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more 

But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before 

And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be 

I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be 

And I called me wife and I said to her, "Can you kindly tell to me 

Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be? 

Billy, you're drunk, you're drunk 

You silly old fool, now you can not see 

They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me 

Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more 

But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before 

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be 

I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be 

And I called me wife and I said to her, "Can you kindly tell to me 

Who owns that head with you in the bed where my old head should be? 

Billy, you're drunk, you're drunk 

You silly old fool, now you can not see 

That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me 

Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more 

But a baby boy with his whiskers on, I never saw before