Beer

It's Friday night, quarter to five
And people are gonna start to arrive
So it's time to open a crate of beer

Placing playing cards around a jug
Getting beer pong set up, with a triangle of cups
And filling each of them up with a little bit of beer

Then the doorbell goes and people start coming in by the droves
Drinks start to flow, whiskey, wine, doritos
And of course, a little bit of beer

So you cheer and scream and shout and sing to the music that's playing loud
Throw shots in your mouth and dance around
And gesticulate wildly with your beer

Now you're on six, feeling sick, take a quick trip to the toilet let it out
Of your mouth, wanna get rid of that vomit taste
Grab a gin and tonic and chase it with another beer

Now the taxi's here and you don't wanna waste drinks
So you think it'd be a great idea to sink that drink
And minesweep up the rest of the beer

Resting your head on the window of the cab, feeling bad
Not sure how many you've had, wondering can he take it
Is he gonna make it to the place where we'll grab our next beer

Now we're in the club queue, cheeky one or two
Bottles in the pocket, don't let the bouncers spot it
Otherwise you might have to down another couple beers

But now he's here and you're pissed and he's pissed off
And you call him a bastard under your cough, but you're plastered
And now he thinks you've had too many beers

So now we're getting kicked out before we even get in
Take it with a grin, cheesy chips, two pounds, walk back to our house
Cos I think that we've had enough beer

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