| There lies a tavern down Wisconsin Way
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| Where you can get drunk any time of the day
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| The landlord’s a bastard, the barmaid’s a whore
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| But give them no shit or you’re straight out the door
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| The Sunk’n Norwegian’s the name of this hole
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| A nasty ol' tavern if ever I’ve known
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| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian
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| One more drink before we have to die
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| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian
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| Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky
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| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian
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| One more drink before we have to die
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| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian
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| Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky
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| Scoundrels and brigands and ne’er-do-wells
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| And creatures dragged up from the black pits of hell
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| You’ll find the relief in a tankard of ale
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| So the Sunk’n Norwegian is where we will sail
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| For barrels of whiskey or pints from the bar
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| But if you don’t know
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| Then you don’t go
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| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian
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| One more drink before we have to die
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| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian
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| Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky
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| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian
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| One more drink before we have to die
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| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian
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| Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky
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| Drink up my friends, as much as you can
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| For tomorrow we sail to a faraway land
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| We’ll party all night and get drunk off our heads
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| Cause we can all rest when we are dead
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| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian
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| One more drink before we have to die
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| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian
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| Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky
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| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian
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| One more drink before we have to die
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| One more drink at the Sunk’n Norwegian
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| Raise up your tankards of ale to the sky |