I bang on the door but you don't let me in
You're tired of me coming home reeking of gin
Got me locked out from the front to the back
You left me a note telling me I should pack
I go to the pub they greet me with a cheer (heeey!)
Order me up a whiskey and beer
You ask me why I'm writing this poem
What you call a tavern, well I call it home
So 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 gonna be drunk till the next time I'm drunk
You say darling it's time to choose
Between you or the whiskey, well I'll choose the booze
I'm going to The Celtic Fox on the the south side
Where I'm gonna exercise my Irish pride.
So 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 gonna be drunk till the next time I'm drunk
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 gonna be drunk till the next time I'm drunk
