A barstool sit in don’t you move
I am here to get my drink on and frustrations to prove
I have a job which I am not enthused
Drinking might sound overused
I am at the bar to think
I am drinking away troubles
I can’t even imagine how my day went
I know it wasn’t good with no heaven sent
Getting my drink on
For me, it is like an anecdote to help me move along
I know what you are thinking, a bar is no place to get away from situations
It only adds to more extensions
The barstool has become my friend
I am drunk and won’t pretend
Drinking is my therapy to relax
Yet I am still feeling a little perplexed
Getting my drink on
I am at where I should belong
Now I felt off the barstool
I am looking like a fool
Perhaps I should jump into a pool
Someone helped me up from the floor
It was a stranger, but I am not sure
I am so drunk, and I am saying things that make no sense
Everything I say is passed tense
The night is young, but I feel old
The barstool is my threshold
Let me try to make it home
I am glad I live alone
I crashed on the bed
Drunk beyond drunk
My whole is nothing but bunk
I feel like I am nothing but a low life punk
Tomorrow will be another story
I must take a look at image in the mirror being my own inventory
End of story