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
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