Special Sippin’ Whisky Songtext
von Robin Laing

The sun is going down
And the barbeque is on
Friends are coming round
We′ll stay up till the dawn
It's Friday evening
And the working week is done
It′s time to open the whisky

Now everybody's here
And I've got some music on
There′s ice for the beer
And candles on the lawn
The moon is coming up
And the sun will soon be gone
It′s time to open the whisky

Not just any old whisky will do
It's got to be something special for you
For you are my friend and I′ll give you your due
And pour you a special sippin' whisky


So how about this one
It′s twenty nine years old
The colour is a blissful
Burgundy gold
Just give it time
For the magic to unfold
Another fine special sippin' whisky

It doesn′t need soda
It doesn't need ice
Don't mix it with cola
That would not be nice
There′s fruit and flowers
And honey and spice
In this special sippin′ whisky

Not just any old whisky will do
It's got to be something special for you
For you are my friend and I′ll give you your due
And pour you a special sipping whisky

If you appreciate whisky
You'll appreciate friends
That′s how it hits me
It seems to make sense
Old friends, bookends
Single malts or blends
Special friends need special whisky


Not just any old whisky will do
It's got to be something special for you
For you are my friend and I′ll give you your due
And pour you a special sipping whisky

Keep all the cheap stuff for the rest of the pack
They might be happy with Johnnie or Jack
They're gluggin' it sluggin′ it, knocking it back
We′ll stick to special sippin' whisky

Keep all the cheap stuff for the unwanted guests
Or rub it on your chest if you′ve got pests in your vest
For cooking or cocktails it might just pass the test
Or give it to the school tombola