I bang on the door but she won't let me in'Cause you're sick and tired of me reeking of ginYou lock all the doors from the front to the backand left me a note telling me I should packI walk in the bar and the fella's all cheerOrder me up a whiskey and beerIf you're asking me why I'm writing this poemSome call it a tavern but I call it homeFuck you I'm drunk, fuck you I'm drunkPour my beer down the sink, I've got more in the trunkFuck you I'm drunk, fuck you I'm drunkAnd I'm gonna be drunk 'til the next time I'm drunkYou've given me an option, you said I must choose'tween you and the liquor, then I'll take the boozeI'm jumpin' on Western down to the south sideWhere I'll sit down and exercise my Irish Pride............./..¯/)...........(..¯.... ............/....//........................ .........../....//.......................... ...../..¯/..../..¯............./¯..........¯.... .././.../..../..../.|_......_|......................... (.(....(....(..../.)..)..(..(.......)....)....).) ...................../.../.........../................/ ..................... /............................/
Boondock Saints, Pulp Fiction, Tremors, Green Street Hooligans, Beerfest, The Lord of the Rings Trilogy, The Crow
Family Guy, That 70's Show, The Simpsons, Futurama