Fuck You Im Drunk

I bang on the door but she won't let me in
'Cause you're sick and tired of me reeking of gin
You 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
If you ask me why I'm writing this poem
Some call it tavern, but I call it home

refrain:

Fuck you I'm drunk, Fuck you I'm drunk
Pour my beer down the sink, I've got more in the trunk
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've given me an option, you said I must choose
between you an' the liquor, then I'll take the booze
I'm jumpin' on Western down to the southside
Where I'll sit down and exercise my Irish Pride

refrain