Drink another 40
Now drink another 40
Now drink another 40
Yeah, that's 120
Now divide by 2
Again divide by 2
Once more divide by 2
That's your I.Q
I can't believe all the f**in things
Yer f**in saying
You think yer Aristotle but you
Sound a bit more like Cliff Claven
I don't believe in the beauty of yer rut
I don't wanna smell the stench
Of liver of rotten d**h of living hell
Rotgut
You think you're a crusader but
The midnight dragon is all yer slayin'
All 5 of my senses are now seeking a
Safe haven
The way you spray yer facts you know
You'd think you were f**ing divine
You've k**ed all yer brain cells and now
You've got your sights set on mine
Rotgut, try some carbon, take some mint
Rotgut, try carbon, take a hint-rotgut