[news] 6-month hangover for 60-pint Scotsman.

http://www.theregister.co.uk/2007/11/09/monster_hangover/

To the tune of the Scotsman:

Well, a Scotsman clad in kilt once left his home one evening fair
And enter into a bar to drink much more than his share
His domestic trouble he did drown by not a drink or two
But sixty pints he did down of the golden brew.
Ring ding diddle iddle i de o, Ring die diddley i o.
But sixty pints he did down of the golden brew.

Come next month ye Scotsman entered a Brittish hospital
Complaining of the hangover he suffered through it all
Almost all the tests they gave came through all ok
But an op-tom-et-rist sought one last delay
Ring ding diddle iddle i de o, Ring die diddley i o.
But an op-tom-et-rist sought one last delay.

The doctor looked long and hard at the young Scotsmans eyes,
And found out where the cause of the pain did truly lie.
Swelling optical discs and greatly enlarged blind spots,
Plus bleeding optic nerves, well the Scotsman was not.
Ring ding diddle iddle i de o, Ring die diddley i o.
Plus bleeding optic nerves, well the Scotsman was not.

When pressed about his drinking the Scotsman did confess.
He'd down the sixty pints of beer while under duress.
So they put him on blood thinners to cure him of his ills,
For nothing kills a six month hangover, not even any pill.
Ring ding diddle iddle i de o, Ring die diddley i o.
For nothing kills a six month hangover, not even any pill!