Tonight . . . I will drink

It’s celebration time tonight; I’m in a good mood and so is my love, the bottle

I am attracted more than ever to my bottle tonight

So I will drink my fill of wine; till I can have no more

Tonight when my sorrows are so much and the beer can’t come fast enough . . . I will drink

Tonight I will drink my heart’s content of beer

Tonight I will not think of tomorrow; I will not think of my doctor and his incessant warnings . . . . . . . Prophet of doom he is

I will not care what mama Mosa will say neither will I care what Mosa will think of her drunkard father

Tonight I am a sad fool drinking to hide his sorrows

Drowning in a pool of beer; giving in to the darkness that seems so near

Tonight is the night when I finally have my fantasies fulfilled

Thoughts of a bright light after the darkness

Tonight I will drink myself into the darkness and into the light at the other side

Tonight I will drink without restraints . . . because I have none . . . the bottle is my master, tonight

Tonight I will drink . . . .