Farewell to Drunkenness
A fair women once told me, when I stepped at her door
"Why can't you quit from drinking, t'will kill you before long"
And then I replied to her, would you sing me a song?
Where all the men are drinking, a good beer ain't a whore
A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore?
A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore?
It's Friday and it's raining, I'm left without a job
'Tis time to forget all this shit, meet the guys at the pub
I catch up with McHalley, she's already at three
Tonight pints of Guinness and Newkie are on me!
A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore?
On our table pile up, many empty glasses
I try to win a wet kiss from many ugly lasses
The clock is close to three, there's no one else around
But me and all my friends: time for another round! (reload!)
A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore?
A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore?
I wake in up the morning, all fuzzy, cold and sore
I don't know where the hell I am, must get out of this place
I rush into the toilet; it's the same as before
When I look at the mirror, it's the same familiar face
A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore?
So I bid you goodnight
Oh good friends that you are
And I'll see ya for sure
Tomorrow at the bar
"Why can't you quit from drinking, t'will kill you before long"
And then I replied to her, would you sing me a song?
Where all the men are drinking, a good beer ain't a whore
A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore?
A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore?
It's Friday and it's raining, I'm left without a job
'Tis time to forget all this shit, meet the guys at the pub
I catch up with McHalley, she's already at three
Tonight pints of Guinness and Newkie are on me!
A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore?
On our table pile up, many empty glasses
I try to win a wet kiss from many ugly lasses
The clock is close to three, there's no one else around
But me and all my friends: time for another round! (reload!)
A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore?
A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore?
I wake in up the morning, all fuzzy, cold and sore
I don't know where the hell I am, must get out of this place
I rush into the toilet; it's the same as before
When I look at the mirror, it's the same familiar face
A throb is in my head
My guts are on the floor
Oh god never I swear
Will I drink anymore?
So I bid you goodnight
Oh good friends that you are
And I'll see ya for sure
Tomorrow at the bar
Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Haerinck, Mathieu Audet
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