We filled up on whiskey,
we filled up on wine,
--
we filled up on cinnamon hearts
And when we were done
took our tingly tongues
and licked all our favourite parts
We drank ourselves dry
we stoned ourselves high
and wound up in somebody's hedge
we dosed ourselves close to the edge
and over I don't wanna go
over I don't wanna go
(whistling)
You smoke too much
and I'm such a lush
together we're quite the disgrace, so
You've got that innocent motherly touch
and I've got that rosy-cheeked glow
We filled up on whiskey,
we filled up on wine,
we filled up on cinnamon hearts
And when we were done
took our tingly tongues
and licked all our favourite parts
We drank ourselves dry
we stoned ourselves high
and wound up in somebody's hedge
we dosed ourselves close to the edge
and over I don't wanna go
over I don't wanna go