| Don’t drink too much if you can’t take it
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| Don’t drink too much if you can’t hold it
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| Don’t drink too much if you can’t take it
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| Don’t drink too much if you can’t hold it
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| Some people you don’t see them sober,
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| every night they go to the pub around the corner,
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| never drink less than 12 pints,
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| pump pon the belly like a tank full of water,
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| drink to the Indian restaurant after,
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| the waiter,
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| eat chicken, curry and a couple of samosa,
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| then they vomit on somebody’s shoulder,
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| they come next morning with a hungover,
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| write like a bollosa
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| feel like a double-decker bus on the move,
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| feel like Tyson getting my right thunder
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| Don’t drink too much if you can’t take it
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| Don’t drink too much if you can’t hold it
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| Don’t drink too much if you can’t take it
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| Don’t drink too much if you can’t hold it
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| One drink and they’re gone, some people,
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| One drink and they’re gone, gone, gone, gone,
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| One drink and they’re gone, some people,
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| One drink and they’re gone,
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| like the girl,
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| one glass of vodka she gets tipsy,
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| tell everybody her life story,
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| any man want her when she’s very easy,
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| one night she’s so drunk to h
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| she don’t remember nothing,
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| nine months later, blah, baby |