An audience request by someone drinking a chocolate martini, this is Tiger Lillies classic from the 2003 CD The Gorey End. Highline Ballroom NYC November 10, 2008. Lyrics by Martyn Jacques. <br /><br /> Gin <br />To him remarked his fiancée <br />As he was set to go away, <br />Whatever peril you are in <br />Swear you wont resort to gin. <br />Once he arrived in regions far <br />He went to visit the bazaar. <br />Against the fearful native din <br />He thought to take a sip of gin, <br />When he, arrayed in khaki pants, <br />Would go out hunting elephants. <br />The sun would make his head spin, <br />He took a thermos full of gin <br />As fierce uprisings were put down. <br />Time after time inside the town <br />He celebrated every win <br />By toasting all his troops in gin. <br />He mumbled Im awfully tired, <br />Then shortly after he expired, <br />But not before one last tin <br />Of something that was labelled gin. <br />His fiancée came with a wreath <br />Where he was laid six feet beneath, <br />Abandoned by his kith and kin <br />Because he had succumbed to gin.
