| Well it seems like everyday I’m counting down to Friday night,
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| There’s Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, never feel right,
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| I do believe that you agree
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| I feel the rhythm of the river liver,
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| Flooding my heart and soul,
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| Taking me over, wish I was sober,
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| I start to lose control
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| And then, she says, to me, just don’t get drunk tonight
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| Please
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| But I drink alcohol, 'cause I’m bored of being rational,
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| Yes I drink alcohol, but I know I might regret it,
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| When the sun comes up tomorrow morning
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| When I woke this morning man, my head was in a thiz,
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| I couldn’t understand just what my girl was …,
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| And then she said,
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| Drinking with friends' a night to remember,
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| You’ve gone and forgot it all,
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| I don’t recall the hole in the wall,
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| Being there the night before,
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| And then, she says, to me, just don’t get drunk tonight
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| Please
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| But I drink alcohol, 'cause I’m bored of being rational,
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| Yes I drink alcohol, but I know I might regret it,
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| When the sun comes up tomorrow morning
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| All this time I never learnt,
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| All this time I never learnt,
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| She says, don’t drink alcohol 'cause you turn into an animal,
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| But I drink alcohol 'cause I know I might regret it,
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| If I don’t get drunk again this evening
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| I drink alcohol 'cause I like being an animal,
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| I don’t care if I’m rational but I know I might regret it,
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| When it all comes up tomorrow morning
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| But I drink alcohol, 'cause I’m bored of being rational,
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| Yes I drink alcohol, but I know I might regret it,
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| When the sun comes up tomorrow morning |