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!