Pogues, The - Bottle Of Smoke Lyrics

Thanks and praises, thanks to Jesus
I bet on the Bottle of Smoke
I went to hell and to the races
To bet on the Bottle of Smoke

The day being clear, the sky being bright
He came up on the left like a streak of light
Like a drunken fuck on a Saturday night
Up came the Bottle of Smoke

Twenty-fucking-five to one
Me gambling days are done
I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
And my horse won

Stewards inquiries, swift and fiery
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Inquisitions and suppositions
I had the Bottle of Smoke

Fuck the stewards, a trip to Lourdes
Might give the old fuckers the power of sight
Screaming springers and stoppers and call out coppers
But the money still gleams in my hand like a light

Twenty-fucking-five to one
Me gambling days are done
I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
And my horse won

Bookies cursing, cars reversing
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Glasses steaming, vessels bursting
I had the Bottle of Smoke

Slip a fifty to the wife
And for each brat, a brand new five
To give me a break on a Saturday night
When I had the Bottle of Smoke

Twenty-fucking-five to one
Me gambling days are done
I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
And my horse won

Priests and maidens, drunk as pagans
They had the Bottle of Smoke
Sins forgiven and celebrations
They had the Bottle of Smoke

Fuck the Yanks and drink their wines
The moon is clear, the sky is bright
I'm happy as the horse's shite
Up came the Bottle of Smoke

Twenty-fucking-five to one
Me gambling days are done
I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
And my horse won

Thanks and praises, thanks to Jesus
I bet on the Bottle of Smoke
I went to hell and to the races
To bet on the Bottle of Smoke

The day being clear, the sky being bright
He came up on the left like a streak of light
Like a drunken fuck on a Saturday night
Up came the Bottle of Smoke

Twenty-fucking-five to one
Me gambling days are done
I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
And my horse won

Twenty-fucking-five to one
Me gambling days are done
I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
And my horse won!

this always makes me think of my dad and every Saturday we would hear I was going to win enough to pay the mortgage buy a new car then I put it all on the last race

Wonderful song by a brilliant band the best live concert I ever went to go see was them at Leeds Uni back in 1992!! Thousands are sailing and Young Ned of the Hill are also worthy songs to listen but their entire catalogue warrants closer listening inspection.

Im only nine and i do be blaring this all over the house lol

Thanks and praises
Thanks to Jesus
I bet on the Bottle of Smoke
I went to hell
And to the races
To bet on the Bottle of Smoke

The day being clear
The sky being bright
He came up on the left
Like a streak of light
Like a drunken fuck
On a Saturday night
Up came the Bottle of Smoke

Twenty fucking five to one
Me gambling days are done
I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
And my horse won

Stewards inquiries
Swift and fiery
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Inquisitions and suppositions
I had the Bottle of Smoke

Fuck the stewards
A trip to Lourdes
Might give the old fuckers
The power of sight
Screaming springers and stoppers
And call out coppers
But the money still gleams in my hand like a light

Bookies cursing
Cars reversing
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Glasses steaming
Vessels bursting
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Slip a fifty to the wife
And for each brat a crisp new five
To give me a break on a Saturday night
When I had the Bottle of Smoke
Priests and maidens
Drunk as pagans
They had the Bottle of Smoke
Sins forgiven and celebrations
They had the Bottle of Smoke

Fuck the Yanks
And drink their wives
The moon is clear
The sky is bright
I'm happy as the horses shite
Up came the Bottle of Smoke

you can tell he s irish

Shane dressed as a cop 0.31 turning up at your hen night as the hired stripper but he just drinks your party dry and passes out

that album that album wow

I just fecking LOVE this! It always gives me a huge smile!

I'm over 50% Irish, but it never was allowed to come out in my devout, quiet, scholarly French Huguenot upbringing. And then I heard the Pogues one night at a friend's and it was like the lighting of a fuse. "Who the fuck is that?" He had time enough to say the Pogues before the bomb blew in my heart and soul, and there went the 3rd big influence in my young years. First, Bob Dylan, then the MC5, then The Pogues. And the last will be whatever they play at my funeral. Of course, by then it won't matter. My song will have been song.

I'm as happy as the horse s shite 25 to 1 loll

Long live the Pogues. Beautiful pictures of the guys. So young....

Thanks to praises and thanks to Jaysus.

Fuck the stewards, a trip to Lourdes
will give the old fuckers the power of sight
Lmao

very good song, played at 1987

Genius tune

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INQUISITIONS AND SUPPOSITIONS

Fookin Hell Yeah, Hooligan!

Happy as a horse in shite forever and always

All the years since the original came out and could make out the words. Bottle of smoke is a horse. Here I thought it was a dope smoking pipe! It seems Shane like more than a drop of the dew.

lively I love it!!!

I used to play the Pogues when I lived with my mother - she hated 'em. Then I got married and my wife hates 'em too.

Jaziz. You had a rough deal there

Shame, that.

You replaced your mammy with another woman?

Proves that Freud was right

How do you love 'em then???

hey I love u Shane

"Bottle Of Smoke"

Thanks and praises
Thanks to Jesus
I bet on the Bottle of Smoke
I went to Hell
And to the races
To bet on the Bottle of Smoke

The day being clear
The sky being bright
He came up on the left
Like a streak of light
Like a drunken fuck
On a Saturday night
Up came the Bottle of Smoke

Twenty fucking five to one
My gambling days are done
I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
And my horse won

Stewards inquiries
Swift and fiery
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Inquisitions and suppositions
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Fuck the stewards
A trip to Lourdes
Might give the old fuckers
The power of sight
Screaming springers and stoppers
And call out coppers
But the money still gleams in my hand like a light

Bookies cursing
Cars reversing
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Glasses steaming
Vessels bursting
I had the Bottle of Smoke
Slip a fifty to the wife
And for each brat a crisp new five
To give me a break on a Saturday night
When I had the Bottle of Smoke

Priests and maidens
Drunk as pagans
They had the Bottle of Smoke
Sins forgiven and celebrations
They had the Bottle of Smoke

Fuck the Yanks
And drink their wives
The moon is clear
The sky is bright
I'm happy as the horses shite
Up came the Bottle of Smoke

lovely aint it. lol

billy stone yes

thank you

kibacurtis i

love the note at the. fuckn` lovely.

I love listening to this song -- God bless the mudder that came in 40 to 1 and God bless the Pogues!!!!

\m/ O_O \m/

the line is "I'm happy AS a horse in shite".

me as a pig in shit

Good god, I love seeing photos of the Pogues as young lads! Incredible.

ah I takes me back to the day when we'd play the commodore 64 games with my Irish buddy listening to def leopard and he said you got to listen to this cassette by a band called the pouges. I said who? He said give it a listen. I did, the next think I knew the Guinness were going down like water and shots of Irish whiskey soon followed. The best band with songs like poetry. Playing instruments I never heard of before. A true shame that Shane couldn't keep it somewhat under control. I often wonder about all those albums that were never made. However he did March on with the popes. That material was pretty darn good to in the old tradition.

Yes...a few more Rum, Sodomy & The Lash type quality records wouldnt have gone amiss....

I'm in love with the young Shane, absolutely amazing voice!

This song reminds me of myself. It's Irish and there's lots of screaming and profanity.

THat's right bro fuck those blackshirts and boneheads!

A bottle of smoke . .hot knives and buckets ! ye-haaaaaaaaaaa !

Pogues are great. Especially lines like from the Sick Bed of Cuchulainn:

"And you decked some fucking blackshirt who was cursing all the Yids"

I love these lines from that one:

Then they'll take you to Cloughprior and shove you in the ground
But you'll stick your head back out and shout "we'll have another round!"

Game on!

lovely pictures indeed

it's "i'm happy as a horse IN shyte" not "as the horses shyte" der!

Except it is "a horse's shite."

it's actually 'Im as dappy as a whore done a shite'

@terry tibbs You must have been very pleased when you posted your comment.
I think most people would agree that not many would have thought of that.

Great selection of pictures.

20 fucking 5 to 1 !!!!!!!! YYYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAWWWWWAAAAA!

Thanks and praises
Thanks to Jesus
I bet on the Bottle of Smoke
I went to Hell
And to the races
To bet on the Bottle of Smoke

The day being clear
The sky being bright
He came up on the left
Like a streak of light
Like a drunken fuck
On a Saturday night
Up came the Bottle of Smoke

Twenty fucking five to one
My gambling days are done
I bet on a horse called the Bottle of Smoke
And my horse won

pour me a bucket son! ;)

great pics... top song... cheers!

Great fukin upload man! Five stars!