I bang on the door but she wont let me in cause you're sick and tired of me reeking of gin I knock on the doors from the front to the back you left me a note telling me I should pack
I walk in the bar and the fellas all cheer hey 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 an option you say I must choose between you and the liquor then I'll take the booze jump on a bus turn down to the south side were I'll sit down an excersise 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) Fuck you I'm drunk! and I'm going to be drunk till the next time I'm drunk!