Whiskey, whiskey, the singer's getting sore We raised the roof, now we're lowering the floor The band is blistered, but we got a little more When I say one, two, you say three, four One, two, three, four All together, all together 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 Come on, 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 got a little more When I say one, two, you say three, four One, two, three, four Oh, Mr. Moonlight, you gotta let him play If the devils wanna dance, then the piper wants his pay I'll be in a hiding place where good sense never goes Take me to the fountain where the fire water flows We'll 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 got a little more When I say one, two, you say three, four One, two, three, four Na, di-na-di-na, di-na-di-na, di-na-di-na Na, di-na-di-na, di-na-di-na, di-na-di-na Tryin' to get the whole room on the dance floor Is like tryin' to put a square peg in a round hole Not sayin' it's something 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 whip a little whistle now, give your dog a bone I can take it up a notch, you 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 The band has blistered, but we got a little more When I say one, two, you say, three, four One, two, three, four Whiskey, whiskey, the singer's getting sore We raised the roof now we're lowering the floor The band has blistered, but we got a little more When I say one, two, you say, three, four One, two, three, four