| Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can
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| Come pull up a stump with an angry young man
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| I’ll talk a lot o' pish until I can barely stand
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| Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can
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| Come pull up a stump with an angry young man
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| I’ll talk a lot o' pish until I can barely stand
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| And I’ll roll away alone, all alone
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| Oh I’ll roll away, live to fight another day
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| Oh I’ll roll away & I’ll roll away alone
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| Oh I’ll roll away, live to fight another day
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| Oh, and I’ll roll away alone
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| I’m as sober as a Preacher with a pocket load o' pennies
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| And I couldnae get ma hole in a barrel load o' fannies
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| The band is soundin' shite & all the pricks are out tonight
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| So I’ll roll away alone, all alone
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| No more will I roam gie’in pony rides tae lassies
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| The cheeky little upstarts wi' bony little arses
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| They can lead their merry dance, I’ll keep me pecker in me pants
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| And I’ll roll away alone, all alone |