David and his amazing technicolor yawn

To the tune of "Any dream will do"; apologies to Andrew lloyd Webber.

I close my eyes, don't read the label
'cos I'm not able, when I've had a few
The drink I drink, it could be champagne
Or absinthe from Ukraine
Any drink will do

I close my eyes, knock back the Burtons
Though I'm far from certain - could be Special Brew
It's hard to tell, when you're three parts blotto
It's a kind of Lotto
Any drink will do.

I raised my glass, with ruby nectar
Like Hannibal Lecter, a Chianti and you
And in the east, the dawn is breaking
I've started shaking,
Any drink will do

Deep in my heart, something is churning
My throat is burning, think I'm going to spew
This bottle's done, I'm feeling boozy
But I'm not choosy
Any drink will do