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