imagine my friend that the well has run dry   the bar keep resigns cause there won't be more rye   trade lies with your mates then you have a good cry   it's finally happened no more good times   what would you do and what would you say?   if some bloody bastard took the high balls away   my god the world would insist that we cannot   be happy until we are pissed off our ass!   day by day they take our freedom   who the hell gives them the right?   hold your glass up high and we'll   drink on and on and on and on   if I'm happy or I'm sad   Jack Daniel's makes me feel allright   raise your glass up high and we'll sing   on and on and on and on   all we want all we want all we want   is high balls for everyone   and then, this fucked up world would seem allright   hold on Jacky, save me your goodbye's   hold on Jacky, need a double rye   we got your back Jack baby no more feelin dry   so cheers to you my dear old friend   come on Jacky, gimme the good times   come on Jacky, don't wanna walk the line   we got your back, Jack baby no more feeling dry   so cheers to you and all our/your friends tonight   day by day they take our freedom   who the hell gives them the right?   hold your glass up high and we'll   drink on and on and on and on   if I'm happy or I'm sad   Jack Daniel's makes me feel allright   raise your glass up high and we'll sing   on and on and on and on   all we want all we want all we want   is high balls for everyone   and then, this fucked up world would seem allright