Lady Whiskey - Wishbone Ash

Lady Whiskey, such a sad sight, stumblin' as she walks.

She even hates herself sometimes.

Keep her clear, for it's Saturday night.



Drowns her sorrow, eases her pain,

Waits for tomorrow, when she'll do the same again.



Lady Whiskey's got a man, her man is just like her -

Tries to fit the key in the door

When he comes home Saturday night.



Drowns his sorrow, eases his pain,

Waits for tomorrow, when he'll do the same again.



Lady Whiskey's got a son, got a daughter, too.

Son don't play, but the daughter's on the way

When she comes home Saturday night.



Lady Whiskey, she gets sick when she goes downtown.

One day drink's gonna put her down -

She won't come home Saturday night.

Lady Whisky, une vue si triste, trébuchant en marchant.

Elle se déteste même parfois.

Gardez-la claire, car c'est samedi soir.



Noie sa douleur, soulage sa douleur,

Attend demain, quand elle recommencera.



Lady Whisky a un homme, son homme est comme elle -

Essaie de mettre la clé dans la porte

Quand il rentre à la maison samedi soir.



Noie sa douleur, soulage sa douleur,

Attend demain, quand il recommencera.



Lady Whisky a un fils, une fille aussi.

Le fils ne joue pas, mais la fille est en route

Quand elle rentre à la maison samedi soir.



Lady Whisky, elle tombe malade quand elle va au centre-ville.

Un jour, un verre va la rabaisser -

Elle ne rentrera pas samedi soir.