It was Long John Silver who said
He lived on rum
Meat, drink, man and wife
I tend to agree with him
None of this gin lark
Stick your whisky where the sun doesn’t shine
Beer’s pretty good
But give me a black bottle from Barbados
Burn my tongue on the flavours of Martinique
The holy trinity
Appleton, J.M, Foursquare
Sipping on an endless beach
In the dog days of summer
Distilled gold in my fingertips
That’s the life for me