It's not Champagne, so, I hope there may be a kick to be enjoyed. This is an original poem, written back in 2015, was not drinking, at that time. The music in the background is just that, background sound.

Lyrics for those that like to read.

I can Fly
A fifth of scotch, a pint of gin'
that's enough to do me in
Mix me a drink, of soda and whiskey
Chase it with beer, I'm feelin' frisky

Two fingers, three fingers, measure of four
Toss it back, then order more.

Keep 'em coming, Keep 'em coming
Oh, hell, my senses are dulled
and... From my shell, I have been pulled

A fifth, a quart, a pint is grand
as long as I have it, in my hand.
Be it rum, be it whiskey, bourbon or gin
That's fills my glass to the brim,

Some wine, some sherry, brandy or port
In a glasses tall, or glasses short

Some times with punch, but punch with a kick, or
a dandy brandy or some fancy liquor
for a quicker, pick-me-up, that knocks me down

A toast, a boast, a chug-a-lug
Some time later, I'll hug the rug.

A fifth of booze a pint of hootch'
that's enough to screw the pooch

Pour another, for me brother
one more will not hurt,
I spilled the last one on my shirt
So...
Keep 'em coming, don't stop 'em now
Keep 'em coming, I have another hour

I've let down my hair
And my soul is bare,
For all to hear and see
Now it's time to sing some kar-a-o-o-kee.

If I be tippin' my glass and spillin' my drink
Actin' a fool, it's time to think
To stop and sop
switch to soda or pop

Comes the mornin'
I'll feel like mournin'
with throbbin' head
on a spinnin' bed
foot to the ground
stoppin' the spinnin' around

Lord it feels like I'm dyin'
Not for lack of tryin'

Cause I chugged a bottle, or more
could've been two, maybe four

A fifth of scotch a pint of gin'
that's enough to do me in
Pour another, and another
one more won't be a bother.

Keep 'em coming,
Keep 'em coming

I'm flying high, up in the sky
I've lost control, I'm in the Space Patrol
I can fly, I can fly,
OUCH!
No I can't...