Whiskey Two Ice Cubes.

More tea vicar.
No tea, pour me a strong tasting liquor.
But vicar you go mad when you drink liquor.
Well I’m sick of drinking fucking tea.
Vicar there's no need to swear at me.
Just pour me a drink.
And into debauchery let me sink.
But vicar you are a man of the cloth.
I know but I’ve realised that to many vicars spoil the broth.
Now get me that drink a treble whiskey if possible.
But vicar you know that you should act responsible.
I am sick of acting like a fucking saint.
But vicar if your congregation heard you they would surely faint.
Vicar i must ask you to leave and go and confess your sins.
I will leave now and go to the pub to confess my sins over beers whiskeys vodkas and gins.