A fair women once told me, when I stepped at her door
"Why can't you quit from drinking, t'will k** you before long"
And then I replied to her, would you sing me a song?
Where all the men are drinking, a good beer ain't a who*e A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore? A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore? It's Friday and it's raining, I'm left without a job
'Tis time to forget all this sh**, meet the guys at the pub
I catch up with McHalley, she's already at three
Tonight pints of Guinness and Newkie are on me! A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore? On our table pile up, many empty gla**es
I try to win a wet kiss from many ugly la**es
The clock is close to three, there's no one else around
But me and all my friends: time for another round! (reload!) A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore? A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore? I wake in up the morning, all fuzzy, cold and sore
I don't know where the hell I am, must get out of this place
I rush into the toilet; it's the same as before
When I look at the mirror, it's the same familiar face A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore? So I bid you goodnight
Oh good friends that you are
And I'll see ya for sure
Tomorrow at the bar...