I bang on the door but you won`t let me in,
`cause you`re sick and tired of me reeking of gin.
Locked all the doors from the front to the back,
And left me a note telling me I should pack.

I walk in the bar and the fella`s all cheer,
They order me up a whiskey and beer.
You ask me why I`m writing this poem,
Some call it a tavern but I call it home.

F**k you, I`m drunk
F**k you, I`m drunk
Pour my beer down the sink I`ve got more in the trunk.

F**k you, I`m drunk
F**k you, I`m drunk
And I`m going to be drunk till the next time I`m drunk!

You`ve given me an option, you say I must choose,
`tween you and the liqour, then I`ll take the booze!
Jumpin` on Western down to the south side,
Where I`ll sit down and exercise my Irish pride.

F**k you, I`m drunk
F**k you, I`m drunk
Pour my beer down the sink I`ve got more in the trunk.

F**k you, I`m drunk
F**k you, I`m drunk
And I`m going to be drunk till the next time I`m drunk!