I bang on the door but you won't let me in 'Cause you're sick and tired of me reeking of gin You lock all the doors from the front to the back And leave me a note telling me I should pack I walk in the bar and the fella's all cheer Order me up a whiskey and beer If you ask me why I'm writing this poem Some call it tavern, but I call it home
refrain: 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 'till the next time I'm drunk
You've given me an option, you said I must choose between you an' the liquor, then I'll take the booze I'm jumpin' on Western down to the southside Where I'll sit down and exercise my Irish Pride