| Ten minutes flat after that day at the factory
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| I’m drinking like a dog in the sun
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| I don’t need to eat or sleep a wink at the weekend
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| Just rot my guts
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| And I can’t wait for my next drink
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| The first one is gonna sink
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| I’m the last of the big time drinkers
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| I take pride in my work
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| I’m the last of the big time drinkers
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| My beer don’t taste the same without my name painted on my glass
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| I don’t live to work, I work to live
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| And live at the weekend
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| And maybe spend a week in the sun
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| I come home, wet the bed
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| Throw my sheets out the window
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| Then Sunday morning comes
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| And I can’t wait for my next drink
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| The first one is gonna sink
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| I’m the last of the big time drinkers
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| I take pride in my work
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| I’m the last of the big time drinkers
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| The beer don’t taste the same without my name painted on my glass
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| And I can’t wait for my next drink
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| The first one is gonna sink
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| I’m the last of the big time drinkers
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| I take pride in my work
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| I’m the last of the big time drinkers
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| Just give me the hops or the slops
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| I’m the last of the big time drinkers
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| I take pride in my work
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| I’m the last of the big time drinkers |