verse 1
G C
Fare thee well my old friend,
G D
If I could toast to every smile you brought, the drinks would never end.
G C
But still the wake, it falls to me,
G D
And though I don't know where to turn to, even blinded men could see,
Chorus
Em G
It'll take more than a pint or two to celebrate your life.
G D
I'll need a bender so legendary
Em G
That mortal men will shudder when they think of the night
G D G
I went drinking like Oliver Reed.
verse 2
G C
I'll raise a pint. No, make it eight.
G D
Twelve double rums and then some whiskey--half a bottle, take it straight.
G C
And it will be fitting tribute
G D
To the last round of the only thirst endowed to drink to you.
Chorus
Em G
It'll take more than a pint or two to celebrate your life.
G D
I'll need a bender so legendary
Em G
That mortal men will shudder when they think of the night
G D G
I went drinking like Oliver Reed.
Bridge
Em G
Oliver Reed was a legend with a liver made of fire
G D
And a thirst that was more of a need.
Em G
And his affair with the bottle danced him to his funeral pyre,
G D G
But I'll go drinking like Oliver Reed.
Chorus
Em G
It'll take more than a pint or two to celebrate your life.
G D
I'll need a bender so legendary
Em G
That mortal men will shudder when they think of the night
G D G
I went drinking like Oliver Reed.