| Another Friday night in trousers tight, no money sense or plan
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| The demon drink will see you right, scuttered to a man
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| Not for you the affluence that lies beyond the velvet rope
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| The chateau in the gutter’s your only hope
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| You had your pints and pissed your kacks
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| They pulled you by the ear, you couldn’t stand your ID off by years
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| Drinking- ready, willing and able
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| Sinking- See you under the table
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| Here’s something for you all
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| Don’t fear your beer, just get involved
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| If you’re proud to be inebriate
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| It’s coming straight into your face
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| Like a wrecking ball
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| Now the night is young, you’re highly strung, you’re drinking wine and schnapps
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| The yuppie life is the only life, you think it’s such a laugh
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| Your nouveau riche and eating quiche, you’re cashing in and cooking books
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| But too much coke is ruining your looks
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| You rake it in and live in sin
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| You’re playing futures in your prime
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| You’re pissing up on borrowed time
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| You want the finest cakes, the finest wines
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| You want here and now
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| Just like the bull loosed from the gate
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| Who wants to have sex with those cows
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| You’ll take the bastard axe to anybody in your way
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| No matter what the bar tab is you’ll gladly pay
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| Throw yourself into the road escaping this hideousness
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| Hanging ever since you had your fiftieth |