How some people feel after a skinful.
know I can see two off you
You might think that’s OK
But believe me it’s not funny
And my legs have gone a stray
Yes it is the alcohol
And yes it’s up to me
But if you’d like to help me home
I’ll gladly pay a fee
I don’t drink much at all
In fact ,that’s why my legs have gone
Please help me home I promise you I will not sing a song
I tried to walk, bumped into things that were not there before
And then some bloody person went and moved the outside door
Now how am I supposed to get to my house on my own
For goodness sake I say stand still and why the moving floor?
Oh dear I don’t feel very well in fact I feel quite sick
OOPS here it comes my vodka get a bucket quick
I promise I will never drink again until I die
But you have heard it many times my tiny little lie
Next weekend will be the same
The drink I know will get the blame
Listen all you drinkers please listen as I ask
Try and go teetotal or you’ll end up on your ass
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