Tuesday 21 December 2010

Let it Sloe! Let it Sloe! Let it Sloe!

Oh the weather outside is frightful,

But the gin is so delightful,

And since we've no place to go,

Let It Sloe! Let It Sloe! Let It Sloe!



It doesn't show signs of stopping,

And we've bought some pills for popping,

The lights are turned way down low,

Let It Sloe! Let It Sloe! Let It Sloe!



When we finally get pissed tonight,

How we'll hate going out in the storm!

But if you'll stop us getting in a fight,

All the way home we'll be on form.


Our livers are slowly dying,

And, dear readers, we're still blog writing,

But as long as you love us so,

Let It Sloe! Let It Sloe! Let It Sloe!