The grog's half full n the tucker nerly done I head to my ol' man house Lost me job last month
The ol' man listened to the yarn neatly spun Ignored the pleas from his grown boy's mum Give him some, help his family run no he said, let him stick to his *** A decent job and a bright prospect he had Ruined it all for tipple n fun
...He tottered on past his prime wouldn't last much longer he thought n sighed The bar beckoned him once more Dragging his feet he entered the place Pr'olly the only home he he felt safe Downing in his drink he obscured The deep rut he endured