For all you boozers...

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I knock on the door but you won't let me in,
Cuz you're sick and tired of me reeking of gin,
Lock all the doors from the front to the back,
And left me a note telling me I should pack,

I walk in the bar and the fellas all cheer,
And they order me up a whiskey and beer,
You ask me why I'm writing this poem,
Some call it a tavern, but I call it home,

Fuck you I'm drunk, fuck you I'm drunk,
Pour my beer down the sink I've got more in the trunk,
Fuck you I'm drunk, fuck you I'm drunk,
And I'm going to be drunk til the next time I'm drunk,

You've given me options, you say I must choose,
Between you and the liquor, then I'll take the booze,
Jumpin' on Westerly, down to the southside,
Where I'll sit and exercise my Irish Pride,

Fuck you I'm drunk, fuck you I'm drunk,
Pour my beer down the sink I've got more in the trunk,
Fuck you I'm drunk, fuck you I'm drunk,
And I'm going to be drunk til the next time I'm drunk