Irish Moutarde - Farewell to Drunkenness lyrics

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...