On a night like any other What a sham it was to think, As if my belly had changed address That I’d settle for just one drink. The bottle’s neck was all I did need But my neck I did not heed. Before the taste had left my lip The bottle it did tip, surely just one more sip.
Since that very first compromise A fog has thickened in my eyes. I’m now mad at the wall and ready to brawl With any fella I so choose to despise. I’m a rooster tonight, with every cause to fight, And every last hen in town is a ten. So I’ll swoon every one, won’t stop till I’m done Wake up drunk enough to do it again
But first, a trip to the loo Hell bound for the toilette So, on the no-one-near I don’t spew Clearing this foul gullet.