Whiskey was her favourite tipple 
Two bottles down, three to go. 
She was 17 stone permanently on a diet 
Two pounds down, three to go. 

She was a dab hand at spin the bottle 
Three bottles down, two to go. 
She smoked 60 silk cut purple a day 
Nine fags down, fifty-one to go. 

They said she was great crack after a few 
Four bottles down, one to go. 
But they never hung around for too long 
Four friends down, one to go. 

Deep down I think she was very lonely 
Five bottles down, no more to go. 
She died cradling her true love, Jameson 
Six feet down, no more to go.