Josie knows what he hopes she’s feelin’
As he whines on the telephone
And she rolls her eyes up to
the ceilin’
When he moans about bein’ alone
And where she wonders (but of course doesn’t say)
Is
the man who said freedom was his middle name
Away with his windy oul’ words she’s a-thinkin’
Doin’
some wishful drinkin’
Johnny knows by her tone and what have ye
There’s a chance of
gettin’ her back
And by her mumblin’ and maudlin nostalgia
How she misses the booze and craic
And it’s
true, she lies, that them days are over
And how much now she enjoys bein’ sober
In the background he hears glasses
clinkin’
So much for wishful drinkin’
CHORUS
Wishful drinkin’ wishful drinkin’
How their spirits rise up with each one they’re sinkin’
Oh there may be better things than booze
But in the meantime a drink’ll do
And I wish them both luck with every deoch
Yeah with
every drop they touch
I fondly remember each one I took
And my regrets don’t add up to much
So Johnny and Josie
have one on me
May all your wishes and dreams come to be
And slainte I say to my way of thinkin’
More power
to wishful drinkin’
CHORUS
Wishful drinkin’ wishful drinkin’
When
ye simply have to get away
You’ll find that all your troubles are shrinkin’
On your alcoholiday
Wishful
drinkin’ wishful drinkin’
May your hopes rise up with each one you’re sinkin’
We all need something
to believe in, brother
I believe I’ll have another
© Des Wade
2013
