I lay on the door but she wont let me in Cause you're sick and tired of me reeking of gin I knock on the doors from the front to the back And left me a note telling me I should pack I walk in the bar and the fellas all cheer They order me up a whiskey and beer You ask me why I'm writing this poem Some call it a tavern, but I call it home f** you I'm drunk! f** you I'm drunk! Pour my beer down the sink I've got more in the trunk f** you I'm drunk! f** you I'm drunk! And I'm going to be drunk til the next time I'm drunk! You've given me an option You say I must choose Between you and the liquor Then I'll take the booze Jump on a bus Turn down to the south side Were I'll sit down an exercise my Irish pride f** you I'm drunk! f** you I'm drunk! Pour my beer down the sink I've got more in the trunk f** you I'm drunk! (f** You) f** you I'm drunk! And I'm going to be drunk till the next time I'm drunk!