At the end of the day when the sun it sets
I nip to the pub to sink a few ‘wets’.
It’s there with my friends I’ll sit and I’ll chat
As up close to the bar I just like to be sat!

When I’ve had my fill I will rise all alone
Say my goodbyes then make my way home!
I will sing to the sky, salute the stars and the moon
Then pray that tomorrow I can sleep until noon!

If the next morning I do feel pretty bad
I will try to recall just how many I’ve had
If my mouth is as dry as an old piece of log
I will go back to the pub for the ‘hair of the dog’!

I might sit there and wait till this sickness is gone
Then order a taxi  for some time later on
This drinking’s no good it’s just bleeding me dry
So I’m giving it up - well – at least I will try!

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