simagine my friend that the well has run dry
  the bar keep resigns cause there won't be more rye
  trade lies with your mates and 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 alright
  raise your glass up hight and we'll sing
  on and on and on and on
  all we want all we want all we want
  is hight balls for everyone
  and then, this fucked up world would seem alright
  hold on jacky, save me your goobyes
  hold on jacky, need double rye
  we got your back jack baby no more feelin dry
  so cheers to you my dear old friend
  come on jacky gimmie the good times
  come on jacky dont wanna walk the line
  we got your back jack baby no more feelin 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 daniels makes me feel alright
  hold 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 alright