It's not like me, to think of you

especially alone, and singing drunken tunes

I'm the one, at the bottom of the barrel

to drunk to hear, the children's Christmas carols

it was 21 years ago to the day that I arrived

singing songs by the side, of my future bride

then she dumped me so told every one she died

I drink lots eventually I lost my mind

I could do with a tasty few

fuck it, and pass me another brew

and I know,I'm startin to feel ill

but in an hour I'll be in drunkenville

there's nothing wrong with me whatsoever

the beer, the women, the 80% liver killing liquor

I leave this town at about half past 4

I'll drink 'n drink then I'll have a little more!



Its about 7 pints to drunken ville

drunkenville, thank feck I found you

20 minutes up the road, far from sober town

my wife and dog left me, chats why I wear this frown

come the day I move there forever more