Farewell To Drunkenness

Irish Moutarde

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    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!

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    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

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