Στοίχοι: The Tossers. Seven Drunken Nights.

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