[Verse 1]
In chilly northern climates
Where they could not grow the vine
They perfected a distillation
Which has stood the test of time
Derided by the gentry
As a drink of peasantry
It has conquered half the world
With its ghostly subtlety
[Chorus]
In the battle of the booze
Vodka takes the crown
Hits you when you're up
Kicks you when you're down
While sailing through the world
Use some common sense
The juices of the grain
Make life more intense
[Verse 2]
The first one on a Friday
Is my highlight of the week
It's the first stop on a journey
To the oblivion I seek
I'll take this way in the future
As I took this way before
It warms me from the inside
As it opens up the door
In chilly northern climates
Where they could not grow the vine
They perfected a distillation
Which has stood the test of time
Derided by the gentry
As a drink of peasantry
It has conquered half the world
With its ghostly subtlety
[Chorus]
In the battle of the booze
Vodka takes the crown
Hits you when you're up
Kicks you when you're down
While sailing through the world
Use some common sense
The juices of the grain
Make life more intense
[Verse 2]
The first one on a Friday
Is my highlight of the week
It's the first stop on a journey
To the oblivion I seek
I'll take this way in the future
As I took this way before
It warms me from the inside
As it opens up the door
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