Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Loudon Wainwright III
Give me a capon
And some roguish companion
A wench, and a bottle of sack
Take me to the ale house
Take me to the whore house
If I vomit, keep me off of my back
My father, he thinks, I am a good-for-nothing
And that I won't amount to much
But he's not aware of my secret weapon
I can count on my self in the clutch
Show me a breach
I'll once more unto it
I'll be ready for action any day
I'll straighten up, and I'll fly most righteous
In a fracas, I'll be right in the fray
I can drink you under 25 tables
Fight and be a ladies man
But all this will change
When I am good and ready
To become the king of this land
Give me a capon
And some roguish companion
A wench, and a bottle of sack
Take me to the ale house
Take me to the whore house
If I vomit, keep me off of my back