What can I say? I'm in the mood to filk!

When We've Hit the Floor
Piro & Kimiko duet, sung to Largo & Erika

K.
When I get drunk and fall from my chair,
Many beers from now,
Will you still be dragging me back home to crash,
Tuck me into bed or run me a bath?
P.
If we've been out till quarter to four,
And I start to snore,
Will you haul my drunk ass back to the flat,
When I've hit the floor?

K. & P.
You've been plastered too,
And if you pass out here,
I'll haul you back too!

K.
I could be handy, sewing the seams
For your cosplay dress,
If you'll hold my hair back when I've gotta retch,
Carry me back and clean up my mess.
P.
I'll even let you win at Quake once or twice,
Buy you beer some more,
If you'll haul my drunk ass back to the flat,
When I've hit the floor!

K. & P.
Sometimes we can spend an evening drinking
At the Sea of Light, if we've got the cash,
We can drink all night...
The two of us will fight like kids,
While Largo tells his tales.

K.
Don't mind my sulks...
P.
...or my little angst,
K. & P.
When we've tipped a few,
The two of us are seeing double through a haze,
On just two mugs of beer, well what can we say?
We're pretty light-weight, so we gotta know,
Will you help us more?
Will you haul our drunk butts back to our flats,
When we've hit the floor?

(apologies to the usual victims)
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When I'm Sixty-Four (Lennon/McCartney)

When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now.
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine.
If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door,
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.

You'll be older too,
And it you say the word,
I could stay with you.

I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone.
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings go for a ride,
Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more.
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.

Every summer we can rent a cottage,
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee
Vera Chuck & Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, wasting away
Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four.

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