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01. Beerhog                            09. A disaster song                                                      All songs have been written and arranged by

02. Go to hell                          10. Blues for Alaska                                                     Wolfgang Wirth and P.Mc_Harding

03. Liquor for all                      11. Mr. Bartender

04. Southbound                       12. Jaming

05. Get pissed                         13. Bad boys blues

06. Down in Petersburg           14. Go crazy

07. The Ironhorse                    15. Get more pissed

08. Fuck you                            16. Time to leave


Declaration of strange words within the lyrics


Beerhog

Steelwork business in Atlanta
ten hours a day he works so hard
his colleagues call him  “Heavy duty”
he still do one's best for company
That's Beerhog, Baby,the strongest man in town
that's Beerhog, watch out if he's around.

On Monday morning he's so tired
On Thuesday his mind is up and down
On Wednesday he has a smiling face
on Thursday's the daily round
that's Beerhog, Baby, the strongest man in town
that's Beerhog, watch out if he's around.

The eagle flyes on Friday's
he set them free in Peters Bar
then he starts to ramble like Barney Gamble
after five Jug's he turned to Beerhog
that's Beerhog, Baby, the strongest man in town
that's Beerhog, watch out if he's around
well that's Beerhog, Baby, the strongest man in town 
that's Beerhog, watch out if he's around.

Go to hell
Sitting in a Bar in my hometown
Jack Daniels by my side
tell him from my hard day's work
and the troubles all about
that's the same old story, same old procedure every week
where we`re  sitting in that lonesome place
my friend Jack D and me

Take a look at Tiny Deini
he's still fucking pissed
talking shit to Beerhog
about chances that he missed
that's the same old story, same old procedure every week
where we`re  sitting in that lonesome place
my friend Jack D and me
 
Down there at the table
Miss Prudish looks so stern
"honey don't be foolish,
don't act like a Man"!
that's the same old story, same old procedure every week
where we`re  sitting in that lonesome place
my friend Jack D and me
 
Bartender grines like devil
tryn` to sell us loads of beer
"Peter please dont force it" !
because you still got our Souls
that's the same old story, same old procedure every week
we`re  sitting in that lonesome place
my friend Jack D and me

I left the Prince of Darkness
most times after dawn
throw myself in bed
feel like I would die
that's the same old story, same old procedure every week
where we`re  sitting in that lonesome place,
my friend Jack D and me

Liquor for all

Tequilla for Sheila
Sherry for Jerry
Korea for Andrea
Baccardi for Hardy
Martini for Martina
Smirnoff for Geoff

Cognac for Jack
Slivovicz for Fritz
Jug Beer for Beerhog
Guinnes for Princess
Bordeaux for Gordo
Grappa for Grampa

Southbound      ©2004 Words and Music by Wolfgang Wirth
I`m driving in my Jag    the speed is set to maximum 
The highway is my home right now – I`m flying like a bird 
I leave behind the cities – I leave behind the mountains 
I`m riding like a lunatic – there`s nothing on my mind but you  
Oh, oh Baby I`m southbound  -  I`m flying to you  
´cos I`m southbound  - I`m riding to you  - ´cos I`m southbound 
there´s  nothing  I`d rather do 
the engine`s  running  nice and steady 
got you in mind, you are so pretty 
there ain`t no time for stops or sleeping 
the only thing  that matters Baby -  is  you 
Oh, oh Baby I`m southbound  -  I`m flying to you  
´cos I`m southbound  - I`m riding to you  - ´cos I`m southbound 
there´s  nothing  I`d rather do 
I`m driving in my Jag    the speed is set to maximum 
The highway is my home right now – I`m flying like a bird 
I leave behind the cities – I leave behind the mountains 
I`m riding like a lunatic – there`s nothing on my mind but you
Oh, oh Baby I`m southbound  -  I`m flying to you  
´cos I`m southbound  - I`m riding to you  - ´cos I`m southbound 
there´s  nothing  I`d rather do. 
Oh, oh Baby I`m southbound 

Get pissed   
Get more pissed
I really want to get pissed
I really want to get pissed
drink some whiskey beer and wine
really try blow up my mind
do you know what I have missed
I really want to get pissed

I really want to be free
I really want to be free
live in peace and harmony
with a sexbomb on my knee's
like an eagle soaring the sea
I really want to be free

I really want to be king
I really want to be king
ride my Harley everyday
don`t matter what the people say
smell like snaps and gasoline
I really want to be king

Down in Petersburg
Go down to Petersburg
go down to Petersburg
let's have some whiskey and beer
let's meet some friends in here
eat Steak.... drink alcohol......
 
In that dusty bar I stand
a bottle of whiskey in my hand
watch the chicks right behind
laughing with a friend of mine
eat steak.... drink alcohol........

Some glasses tequilla.... a barrel of beer....
I drink not alone.... well I drink it here 

way down in Petersburg
way down in Petersburg
way down in Petersburg
way down in Petersburg

Stagger out of Peters Bar
crawl uphill, fucking far
look in the mirror, what do I see
It's horrifying me
no steak.... no more alcohol.....

Iron horse
wake up in the morning, the sun's shining so bright
I grab my ancient helmet, and pull out my motorbike
when I start the engine, I hear that horny sound
the Neighborhood goes crazy, they start to cus and shout
Motorbike Riding ....... Motorbike Riding........
Motorbike Riding........ Motorbike Riding........
 
One hundred miles an hour, I hit the road real hard
the engine run's precisely, as fine as a Fairy's fart
my tooth just lost it's filling, my ass hurts like hell
I feel those good vibrations, from my ball's up to my skull
Motorbike Riding ....... Motorbike Riding........
Motorbike Riding........ Motorbike Riding........
 
Blanket on the handlebar, pillon rider jillaroo
that girly hangs around me, like crazy superglue
were riding to a party to have some sex and beer
hellraiser's, rockenroller's even doctor's you'll find here
Motorbike Riding ....... Motorbike Riding........
Motorbike Riding........ Motorbike Riding........
Out there by the station, I see genetic waste
I whished I had a pumpgun to clean that fucking place
gave them heelbackfire as loud as thunder's growl
these Scum they wave asunder, as drunken and as fowl
Motorbike Riding ....... Motorbike Riding........
Motorbike Riding........ Motorbike Riding........

Fuck you   ©2004 Words and Music by Wolfgang Wirth 
I kissed you once – I`d kiss you twice 
I`d kiss you even seven times 
It feels good – to be a man
I do the best I can
I loved  you once – I`d love you twice 
I`d love you even seven times 
It feels good – to be a man 
I do the best I can
I spend the nights down in Peters - Bar 
I`ll get my kicks till the break of dawn 
I sneak around like a stray cat would do 
I tell you lies saying "I Love you"
I fucked you once – I`ll fuck you twice
I`ll fuck you even seven times 
It feels good – to be a man 
I do the best I can 
I fucked you once – I`ll fuck you twice
I`ll fuck you even seven times 
It feels good – to be a man 
I do the best I can      
I spend the nights down in Peters - Bar 
I`ll get my kicks till the break of dawn 
I sneak around like a stray cat would do 
I tell you lies saying "I Love you"

A disaster song
Down south in the prairie where the weather is still fine
I run a cattle station with some friends of mine
if we are pissed and lonesome I tell you what we do
we screw a four-legged-honey on Sunday's mostly two

My Grandpa drunk some moonshine and finally lost his sight
the horse out on the meadow was slain by lightning strike
my dog was crunched by a train while sitting in my truck
the TV's broke the well's run dry and I feel shot to shit

My Sister fished with dynamite and blew herself away
my brother was a peeping Tom the cops took him to jail
the Stud was bitten by a snake and now he's weak as piss
I dont know where it's coming from but I sure feel shot to shit
Down south in the prairie where the weather is still fine
I run a cattle station with some friends of mine
if we are pissed and lonesome I tell you what we do
we screw a four-legged-honey on Sunday's mostly two

  Blues for Alaska
Text not yet available

   Mr. Bartender
Hey Mr. Bartender, give me one last drink
hey Mr. Bartender, give me one last drink
before I walk my way, hey  please man let me stay
Mr. Bartender, give me one last drink

Mr. Bartender, buy me one last drink
Mr. Bartender, buy me one last drink
Mr. Bartender if you please, I'm begging on my knees
Mr. Bartender, buy me one last drink

Jaming
Be a real man, not a joke
drink some liquor - smoke some dope
keep your feet down - down on the ground
do your best - keep jaming on
keep Jaming on
keep Jaming on
keep Jaming on
keep Jaming on

   Bad boys blues
Baby give me some Tube-snake-Boogie
baby baby buy me some dope
feed me when I'm hungry
don't never ever turn up your nose
when I talk you`re better quiet
yeah that's it what I like best

Let's work to get some money honey
five hours of sleep are fairly best
now don't forget to brew some coffee
the toast - I like'em soft
lay the paper right on the table
yeah that's it what I like best

Well I'm bad bad bad bad bad.....
and it's bad boy's blues bad boy's blues
well I'm bad so bad so bad......
it's bad boy's blues, it's bad boy's blues

baby baby in Summer you cool me
baby in Winter you keep me warm
in Springtime you drive me crazy
in Autumn I'm in your arms
on X-Mas we hang out lazy
yeah that's it what I like best
Well I'm bad bad bad bad bad.....
and it's bad boy's blues bad boy's blues
well I'm bad so bad so bad......
it's bad boy's blues, it's bad boy's blues

Go crazy
Go crazy, get mad
feel lazy, don't be sad
play the stranger, not the good guy
have fun...... tonight

Hang out in my hometown Bar
smoking there a big cigar
there's a Sheila sitting next to me
like a fruit of a poisonous tree
hope that everything goes right
because I want to have fun tonight

Go Crazy, get mad
feel lazy, don't be sad
play the stranger, not the good guy
have fun...... tonight

Woke up in the morning with some pain in my head
drinking to much Whiskey made me feel so bad
last night in the corner Bar I felt so good
to made up with the Sheila I'll be out of the wood
we had a big party feast away just right
yeah we had fun last night

Time to leave    ©2004  Words and Music by Wolfgang Wirth 
Finish your cigar, drink out your beer 
now I   think   it`s   time  to leave  from here 
let me take you home now,  I  hope she`s  not in fear 
Finish your cigar  -  It`s time to leave from here

    Declaration of strange words within the above lyrics

    As fine as fairy`s fart = very smooth

    Beerhog = Nickname of one of Paddy`s  friends

    Grampa = Grandfather

    Jag = short for Jaguar  ( British car )

    Jillaroo = Girl or woman, one does not know by name (Australien slang)

    Peter = Boss and Bartender in Petersburg

    Petersburg = Nickname of Peter`s Steak Bar

    Prince of darkness = Bartender

    Sheila = Girl or woman, one does not know by name

    Snaps = German liquor

    Tiny Deini = Nickname of one of Paddy`s  friends

    Tube-snake-Boogie = XXX - rated sexual expression

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