I had eighteen bottles of whiskey in the cellar and my wife insisted I empty

I had eighteen bottles of whiskey
In the cellar
And my wife insisted
I empty the contents of each bottle down the sink, or else...

After careful consideration,
I reluctantly agreed
And finally proceeded with
The unpleasant task.

I withdrew the cork from the first bottle
And poured the contents down the
Sink with the exception of one glass,
Which i drank.

Then, i withdrew the cork
From the second bottle
And did likewise with it,
With the exception of one glass,
Which i drank.

I then withdrew the cork from the third bottle
And poured the whiskey down the sink which i drank.

I pulled the cork from the fourth bottle down the sink
And poured the bottle down the glass,
Which i drank.

I pulled the bottle from the cork of the next
And drank one sink out of it,
And threw the rest down the glass.

I pulled the sink out of the next glass
And poured the cork down the bottle.

Then, i corked the sink with the glass,
Bottled the drink and drank the pour.

When i had everything emptied,
I steadied the house with one hand,
Counted the glasses,
Corks,
Bottles,
And sinks with the other,
Which were twenty-nine, and
As the houses came by i counted them again,
And finally i had all the houses in one bottle,
Which i drank.

I'm not under the affluence of incohol
As some tinkle peep i am.

I'm not half as thunk as you might drink.
I fool so feelish
I don't know who is me,
And the drunker i stand here,
the longer i get.