Yo tell the crowd to beware, I get awful sick from the various shots of whiskey

Barrels of scotch, fall down the stairs once I got too dizzy

Spare me the water give me a chair and a vodka mickey

Perish the thought of rest fetch the hair of the dog that bit me

Barely could walk, fiendin', no Mastercard or Visa

In the market where I go to saw the tops off parking meters

Party creature sippin' Margaritas, a harsh procedure

How I gargle Caesars mixed with carpet-cleaner 'til I start to seizure

And I slept for most the car ride

Scraped against the guard rail, woke up just in time to see the sparks fly

These tavern lights are a far cry from star-shine

It's dark times tonight while bar-flies drink their hearts dry

So tip your glasses to the cinematic instant-classic

It's systematic liver damage 'til I kick the habit

I'm in your mansion's liquor cabinet fillin' up a picnic basket

With your liquid assets flippin' off the hidden cameras

"Keep the change, pour yourself a drink! Now give everybody a new round!"

But fill 'er up, spill my guts but I'll never spill my cup

One-fifty-one, touch the tongue, I'm out to lunch

Son's going off you can feel it in your gut

I'ma kill it 'til I'm slumped over, chillin' in the cut

Fill 'er up, spill my guts but I'll never spill my cup

One-fifty-one, touch the tongue, I'm out to lunch

Son's going off you can feel it in your gut

I'ma kill it 'til I'm slumped over, chillin' in the cut

Ooh

Uh, yo

Hide your wives and daughters I'm spoiling my Irish quarter

A boozehound, half-in-the-bag, not kinda sorta

It's talked about but rarely seen like a flying saucer

Careless and mean, dinner's a pint and a side of vodka

Post-modern Dylan Thomas, a promise I've rightly honoured

Bashful and fly, mastered my high when my mind is altered

With troubled polluted blood, I stumble up to the mic stand

I'll spend my lifespan tryin' to wreak havoc like Iceland

A vicious tradition skipped a few generations to get to me

A rebel streak, senseless with substance since I was seventeen

Spent my 20s on stupid pursuits now there's no remedy

I took it to the nth degree, pondering over Hennessey

From a foam cup, cell phone blown up

VSOP, ecstasy, depressed for weeks, sho' nuff

Hold up, let me see, look at my choices close-up

No luck, only solution is gettin' to' up

So drunk I'll never get to my bed

And I'd better quit while I'm ahead

But fill 'er up, spill my guts but I'll never spill my cup

One-fifty-one, touch the tongue, I'm out to lunch

Son's going off you can feel it in your gut

I'ma kill it 'til I'm slumped over, chillin' in the cut

Fill 'er up, spill my guts but I'll never spill my cup

One-fifty-one, touch the tongue, I'm out to lunch

Son's going off you can feel it in your gut

I'ma kill it 'til I'm slumped over, chillin' in the cut

"Get drunk and I stumble"

"Cause you don't wanna test me when I'm tipsy off the liquor"

Yeah yeah