The Sinking by Micca (verse 4 by Dave the ancient mariner)
(Tune: Fiddler's Green)
I went on a package to Thailand last year
To visit the night-spots and try the Thai beer
I heard all my comrades after nights on the booze
Complaining out loud as they made for the loosChorus:
I'm going to whoop my cookies
I'm going to spew my ring
The turmoil intestinal's
Worse than the Maelstrom
And there's no soft tissue at the Holiday InnIt wasn't the whiskey it wasn't the gin
It wasn't the ice cubes that floated within
It was not Delhi belly or the plague that's bubonic
We all went down with the Thai tonic.Chorus
I don't want a gin with ice and a slice
The memories it brings back are not very nice
I spent half my hols in the bog on my own
and flew back to Gatwick seated on the throneChorus
I've just had another, followed through from a fart
I felt like I shit out a Donkey and cart
They said don't drink the water my God its not true
Don't eat or drink anything's what you should doChorus
I'll never go back to South Asia again
I left half my insides afloat in a klong
The weather is lovely the temples are free
But sinking Thai tonic is too much for me