Lyrics

It’s a peaty, oaky, smoky, toasty,
Bristly, glorious splash
It’s the honey on my upper lip:
My fine whiskey mustache!

Welll the girls all laugh when I kiss ‘em,
And I can’t say they’re to blame!
Because once you’ve had a taste of my bourbon
Oh, lord, you ain’t the same

Well I don’t give much credit to the French
And the wine they like to sip
Who needs all the fun to be with the tongue
When you’ve got my upper lip!

Well it sloshes when I smile,
And it smells a lovely treat
And if you were to kiss me, girl,
You’d always have yours neat
[kissing sound]

It’s a peaty, oaky, smoky, toasty,
Bristly, glorious splash
It’s the honey on my upper lip:
My fine whiskey mustache!

Well it sloshes when I smile,
And it smells a lovely treat
And if you were to kiss me, girl,
You’d always have yours neat
[kissing sound]

It’s a peaty, oaky, smoky, toasty,
Bristly, glorious splash
It’s the honey on my upper lip
My fine whiskey mustache!

Well I don’t often go to the barber
And why, you probably don’t have to ask
Because while everybody else gets a
stainless steel razor
With me, he prefers a glass

Just a little nip here, and a little nip there
The whole shop is in a state
and soon that stainless steel razor
Is the only thing in the whole shop that’s straight

People are always asking
how I got this way:
Was it a mad scientist?
Or just mad pu-ber-Tay?

I just woke up with wet whiskers,
So here’s what I can say:
You don’t want to look a gift ‘stache in the mouth!

Well it sloshes when I smile,
And it smells a lovely treat
And if you were to kiss me, girl,
You’d always have yours neat
[kissing sound]

It’s a peaty, oaky, smoky, toasty,
Bristly, glorious splash
It’s the honey on my upper lip
My fine whiskey mustache!
My fine whiskey mustache!

Lyrics ©Seán Lightholder