I put off opening the *****
cos I knew it wouldn't last long
sometimes I prefer to get it wrong,
but sha-la-la a typical song.
You see the beer's all gone
and I don't trust myself
with old sea dog ***,
it stinks like an oil drum
and never knows when to leave me alone.
Some nights are made for drinking
turning  :-(  into a  B-)
but hold on
the ***** is starting to kick in
guess I'm ;-) till I pass out before dawn.
in the mean time tra-la d-dum dum dum