Got To Give It Up - Thin Lizzy

Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff

Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff

Tell my mama and tell my pa That their fine young son didnt get far

He made it to the end of a bottle

Sitting in a sleazy bar

He tried hard but his spirit broke

He tried until he nearly choked

In the end he lost his

Bottle drinking alcohol

Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff

Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff

Tell my brother I tried to write and

Put pen to paper but I was frightened

I couldnt seem to get the words out right

Right quite right

Tell my sister Im sinking slow

Now and again I powder my nose

In the end I lost my bottle

It smashed in a casbah

Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff

Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff

Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff

Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff

Ive been messing with the heavy stuff

For a time I couldnt get enough

But Im waking up and its wearing off

Junk dont take you far

Tell my mama Im coming home

In my youth Im getting older

And I think its lost control

Mama Im coming home

Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff

Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up That stuff