| He was sittin’at the bar, sippin’on a regular Coke
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| We were drinkin’and smokin’and makin’him the butt of our jokes
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| We all said, «Man, what happened to you? |
| Why can’t you just have a few?»
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| He said, «I would if I could, but it’s probably best that I don’t.»
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| Cause the more I drink, the more I drink
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| Yeah, I’m the world’s greatest lover and a dancin’machine
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| I get loud, I get proud… and it gets worse
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| Well if I have one, I’ll have thirteen
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| Naw, there ain’t no in-between
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| Cause, the more I drink, the more I drink.
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| A couple of cold ones, and somebody hands me a shot.
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| Hell, even buck-tooth and bow-legged women start lookin’hot
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| And pretty soon I’m bummin’cigarettes and sweet talkin’some big brunette
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| Yeah, once I get on a roll, ain’t no tellin’where I’ll stop
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| Yep-yep
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| Humm, that’s what I’m talking about
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| Man, if I have one, I’ll have thirteen
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| And they can’t get me off the kareoke machine,
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| The more I drink… the more I drink.
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| Yeah, the more I drink, the more I drink, the more I drink. |