1,2,3,4 (Live)

Whiskey, whiskey

The singer's getting sore

We raised the roof

Now we're lowering the floor

The band is blistered but we've got a little bit more

When I say one, two you say three, four

One, two, three, four

Altogether

Altogether gone

It's now or never if you want another song

On and on goes the ringing of the bell

Off we go, this song won't sing itself

So soldiers at my side

It's you and me tonight

Whiskey, whiskey

The singer's getting sore

We raised the roof

Now we're lowering the floor

The band is blistered but we've got a little bit more

When I say one, two you say three, four

One, two, three, four

Mister moonlight

You gotta let 'em play

If the devils wanna dance

Then the piper wants his pay

Hide me in a hiding place

Where good sense never goes

Take me to the fountain

Where the firewater flows

Find our alibis and lies

And lose ourselves tonight

Whiskey, whiskey

The singer's getting sore

We raised the roof

Now we're lowering the floor

The band is blistered but we've got a little bit more

When I say one, two you say three, four

One, two, three, four

Trying to get the whole room on the dance floor

Is like trying to put a square peg in a round hole

I'm not saying it ain't something that we shouldn't try to do

Don't do it for me though, do it for you

You've been minding your manners and behaving yourself

But there's still a lot of bottles left upon the shelf

So wet my little whistle now and give a dog a bone

I can take it up a notch, can't do it alone

So soldiers at my side

It's you and me tonight

Whiskey, whiskey

The singer's getting sore

We raised the roof

Now we're lowering the floor