i lay on the door
but she wont let me in
cuz you're sick and tired
of me reeking of gin

knock on the doors
from the front to the back
you left me a note telling
me i should pack

i walk in the bar and
the fellas all cheer
they order me up
a whiskey and beer

you ask me why
i'm writing this song
some call it a tavern
but i call it home

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 options
you've said i must do
'tween you and the liquor
but i'll take the brew

jumpin' on western
down to the southside
where i'll sit down and
exercise my irish pride

fuck you i'm drunk
fuck you i'm drunk