
Date of issue: 31.05.1998
Song language: English
Fuck You I'm Drunk |
I bang on the door but you won’t let me in |
Cause you’re sick and tired of me reeking of gin |
Locked all the doors from the front to the back |
And left me a note telling me I should pack |
I walk in the bar and the fella’s all cheer |
They order me up a whiskey and beer |
You ask me why I’m writing this poem |
Some call it a tavern but I call it home |
Fuck you, I’m drunk |
Fuck you, I’m drunk |
Pour my beer down the sink I’ve got more in the trunk |
Fuck you, I’m drunk |
Fuck you, I’m drunk |
And I’m going to be drunk till the next time I’m drunk! |
You’ve given me an option, you say I must choose |
'tween you and the liqour, then I’ll take the booze! |
Jumpin' on Western down to the south side |
Where I’ll sit down and exercise my Irish pride |