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Another Friday night in trousers tight, no money sense or plan |
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The demon drink will see you right, scuttered to a man |
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Not for you the affluence that lies beyond the velvet rope |
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The chateau in the gutter's your only hope |
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You had your pints and pissed your kacks |
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They pulled you by the ear, you couldn't stand your ID off by years |
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Drinking- ready, willing and able |
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Sinking- See you under the table |
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Here's something for you all |
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Don't fear your beer, just get involved |
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If you're proud to be inebriate |
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It's coming straight into your face |
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Like a wrecking ball |
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Now the night is young, you're highly strung, you're drinking wine and schnapps |
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The yuppie life is the only life, you think it's such a laugh |
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Your nouveau riche and eating quiche, you're cashing in and cooking books |
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But too much coke is ruining your looks |
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You rake it in and live in sin |
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You're playing futures in your prime |
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You're pissing up on borrowed time |
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You want the finest cakes, the finest wines, |
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You want here and now |
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Just like the bull loosed from the gate |
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Who wants to have sex with those cows |
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You'll take the bastard axe to anybody in your way |
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No matter what the bar tab is you'll gladly pay |
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Throw yourself into the road escaping this hideousness |
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Hanging ever since you had your fiftieth |
