Don't kiss me quick

I'm about to be sick all over my favourite shoes

If you pin back my tongue with a stapling gun

It won't stop me from singing the blues

I'm as drunk as a skunk and the National Front

Have kicked me all over this bar

I'd walk round to Ian's house but Ian's house is too far

The pinch and the punch were for the first of the month

The slap for the end of the year

The stab and the kick were for being too quick

And the rest was just for being here

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