Flogging Molly: Fuck you I'm drunk!
I lean on the door but you won't let me in,
'cause 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 fella's all cheer,
Order me up a whiskey and beer.
You ask me why I'm wrighting this poem,
Some call it 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 truck.
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 have given me option, you say I must choose,
'tween you and the liqour, then I'll take the booze!
Jumpin' all flustered down to the south side,
Where I'll sit down and excersize 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 truck.
Fuck you, I'm drunk
Fuck you, I'm drunk
And I'm going to be drunk till the next time I'm drunk!
Fuck you, I'm drunk
Fuck you, I'm drunk
Pour my beer down the sink I've got more in the truck.
Fuck you, I'm drunk
Fuck you, I'm drunk
And I'm going to be drunk till the next time I'm drunk!