I bang on the door but you 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 leave 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:
f___ you I'm drunk, f___ you I'm drunk
Pour my beer down the sink, I've got more in the trunk
f___ you I'm drunk, f___ 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

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