A pint or Three wont harm
Be sick ,Be drunk , Be jolly
No matter what, Be calm
This drinking lark is folly
I don`t know how I got home
Cold chips in hand to boot
must have enjoyed it though
I were sick all down me suit.
Condoms in my pocket
Don`t know how they got there
My eyes fell out their sockets
Had gravy in my hair.
I swore I wouldn`t do it
I`d got so I didn`t care
Reckless abandon in Godalming
Falling in gutters. Just isn`t fair
Next time I take to drinkin
Shoot me when I`m drunk
Set me off a thinkin
And smellin like a skunk.
Climbing in the bed with her
Smellin all fragrant and washed
Smell of sick and stale old ale
Hopes of sex kiboshed
A funny night when I reflect
Would I ever drink again
What about my self respect
Of course I would my friend.
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