Started out just drinking beer
Didn't know how or why or what I was doing there
Just a couple more made me feel a little better
Believe me when I tell you it was nothing to do with the letter
Ran right out of beer I took a look into the larder
No bones nothing I'd better go and get something harder
Back in a flash I started on a dash of Jamaica rum
Me and Pat Malone drinking on our own
Chorus:
Woah, oh, the nips are getting bigger
Woah, yeah, the nips are getting bigger
Woah, oh, the nips are getting bigger
Yeah, they're getting bigger
Sometimes I wonder what all these chemicals are doing to my brain
Doesn't worry me enough to stop me from doing it again
Wiping out brain cells by the millions but
I don't care
It doesn't worry me even though I ain't got a lot to spare
Chorus