Lyrics provided by https://www.songarea.com/ ---Too Much Brandy--- --The Streets-- [Verse 1: Mike Skinner] Smell of good earthy herbs makes my nerves shudder But where were you that cold December? 'Cause we were in the Grasshopper, spending Guilders Centraal Station, charged up like Scarface Amsterdam ain't a nice place off your face, we enter the race Walk down, been there before, done that, no joy if you're bored Let's go see Roy and get fucked up with the boys Calvin, Schmalvin, I'm well within my limit Oh, hang on a minute, these mushrooms just kicked in Think I might be finished The ball game heads for the worst For what it's worth, I might just fall off the edge of the earth Brain's kind of surfing now We wandered down darkened pathways in a daze (Woy!) "Do you want to buy any cocaine, boy?" Am I paranoid? "Yes, you're paranoid!" Charlie, darling, please save me This is raving, take me home to my baby Two bags of mushrooms, room's mushed up and I need a cradle [Chorus: Mike Skinner] In its own little way, my body was trying to say That you'd better stop drinking brandy In its own little way, my body was trying to say That you'd better stop drinking brandy [Verse 2: Mike Skinner] Now getting to the bar's gonna be trouble So the Marlons'll have to be doubles Then you drink doubles the same speed you drink singles Ahh, beautiful, the barman holds aloft the crystal glass And I'm having all that's in the bubble in the bottom of the bottle Then by 3:00 or 4:00, your head's a bit mangled Club's full, you mingle, you dance the fandango You sing all your favourite jingles Far gone on one, call me Baron Von Marlon One has a monocle and cigar, dickie-bow and long johns My utility belt tells me it's to the bar, Batman Fat cans of that lager then it's straight to the dancefloor For much more fancy footwork, it's adored by many, amour Don't bore me with your little sidestep technique Get to the beat, loosen up, it's The Streets [Chorus: Mike Skinner] In its own little way, my body was trying to say That you'd better stop drinking brandy In its own little way, my body was trying to say That you'd better stop drinking brandy [Verse 3: Mike Skinner] We eat junk food, sat drunk on the Tube Every time the train clunks, I feel like puking Wonder whether that beautiful bird'll ring? Then it all goes hazy, these are the days we walking up out, in Back to the road, talking, well, shouting actually Loads more drunk, by Jove, my mind's focused, balance fucked up Rah, rah, rah, it's all back to the Dogstar And if it's his round, I'm quite partial to another Marlon at the bar Bad idea to start again late, should've given my brain a break Take it easy, mate, you start to think you're a state You definitely are a state [Chorus: Mike Skinner] In its own little way, my body was trying to say That you'd better stop drinking brandy In its own little way, my body was trying to say That you'd better stop drinking brandy