Where's My Whisky?


Music: Jan Bárta
Text: Jan Bárta
Arranged by Fullstop


Hey mister bartender,
here’s my empty glass.
Hey mister bartender,
let my troubles pass.
This botlle is my only toy,
now drinking is my only joy.

Hey mister bartender,
it is your fault that I am here.
Hey mister bartneder,
Don't show me your fat and ugly rear.
You own a really god damned place.
Hey! Turn to me your ugly face.

When I first visited your restaurant,
meanwhile in my house some thiefs stole what they'd found.
When I was the second time visiting your little shack,
on the way back home I found a knife in my son’ back.
And you don’t know, how it feels,
you’re a castrate man, you don’t know how father grieves.
And the third time, I couldn't concentrate,
when I found my daughter brutally abused and raped.
Now I’m sitting here, for the fourth time in your den,
I know my wife’s having fun with another man.
Give me one more drink and I’ll give you Judas' kiss.
And I hope you'll die and your pub will burn, like the pyre of my happines!

Where’s my fucking whiskey!!!!!!!!!!!

GUITAR SOLO

Hey mister bartender!!
I have a torch in my right hand.
Hey mister bartender!!
I’ll do it, do it!
Give me the best drink, that can be found,
Then we’ll burn this place to the ground.