Drink Some More

Like a squid, up at dawn
An' I drag me butt tae me job
Not a break, front to back
Kicking balls to the wall
Down a mile a hole

Moving mountains of coal
While here's to hell
It's ringing my bell
Sing a song, bang a gong
And tonight would be good to be bad

So I take a wee dram
Just to take off the edge
Whether diggin' a ditch
Or swinging a sledge
I drink to ignore high society's crap

Bottle of whiskey in me
And I ain't even whacked
Now I know how it feels for the rat
On the wheel to run for the cheese

So we drink and we drink and we drink some more
And the only thing better than drinking for me
Is when I'm drinking with you
And we're drinking for free

And we drink, and we drink, and we drink some more (ohh)
And the only thing better than drinking for me
Is when I'm drinking with you, and we're drinking for free

I feel drunk and tight
Just a wee bit tipsy tonight
It's the best that I've had
But I've puked on my kilt
Will you call me a cab?

Will you call me a cab?
For now, I must go
To wake up at dawn
For a heave and a hoe
And tonight it was good to be bad

So we drink, and we drink, and we drink some more (ohh)
And the only thing better than drinking for me
Is when I'm drinking with you, and we're drinking for free

And we drink, and we drink, and we drink some more (ohh)
And the only thing better than drinking for me
Is when I'm drinking with you, and we're drinking for free

And we drink, and we drink, and we drink some more (ohh)
And the only thing better than drinking for me
Is when I'm drinking with you, and we're drinking for free



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Boland, Paul Mckenzie, Joe Raposo, Kurt Robertson, Dave Gregg, Matt Hawley
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