Posts tagged drink

Another Drunken Escapade?

It’s late on a Saturday afternoon
My head’s thumping, like a Drummer Boys tune
The clock on the wall reads 4.45
I nip my arm to check I’m still alive

After a while I throw up in the bog
I think that I’ll get a ” hair of the dog”
My wallet’s not empty, that’s a good sign
I better steer clear of that cheap red wine

My mouth needs “Hoovered”, and I need a smoke
Lit up, began thinking, when someone spoke
Oh shit, I’ve just slept with my best friends wife
This is going to complicate my life

I’m wishing that this is just some wet dream
I’m still thinking, trying to hatch a scheme
She looked real good, she smelled even better
A short skirt and a red V-neck sweater

I’d never thought of her this way before
We kissed then made love on the bedroom floor
She screamed so loud as she came from above
For an hour or two, I was in love

I don’t think I can face my friend again
Is there really sunshine after the rain?
I’d fallen in love, she gave me the key
The key to her heart, is what she gave me

How could I? Now he’s no longer my mate
Me and his ex-wife are getting on great
When love comes knocking you’ve got a new friend
A friendship that lasts to the very end??

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Saturday Night Alright

Bacardi & Coke, Will that do you?
I’ll have a pint, and a chaser too
And I’ll drink to my health, What a wonderful thrill

I do need the loo, It’s just there to the right
There’s no loo roll in here, and I’ve had a shite
But I’ll drink to your health, What a wonderful thrill

The drinks starting to flow, Aunt Betty wants a pie
She’ll tell you of the places, and people that’s gone by
There’s the neds shaking hands, and the chavs are there too
Aunt Betty’s watching Who’s with who

The singer does try.. To put on a show
He’ll learn one day To grab the cash and go
And I drink to our health What a blunderful world

Standing outside while I’m smoking my fag
There’s young Gale from No. 22, and her red handbag
And I drink to her health what a cute little bum

The mothers and the daughters, spewing up in the street
A group of young lads looking for something to eat
And I drink to my health What a blunderful world

Saturday night’s nearly over, start heading for home
Two young lads shout and swear into their mobile phone
And I drink to their health what a silly old world

The taxi queue is too long, I think that we’ll just walk
I hear police sirens in the distance it’s no longer a shock
And I think to myself Is this a beautiful world?

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