Fuck You I'm Drunk

I bang on the door

but she won't let me in

cuz you're sick and tired of

me reeking of gin.

lock all the doors

from the front to the back

and left me a note

telling me I should pack



I walk in a bar

and the fellas all cheer

they order me up

a whiskey and beer

you ask me why

im writing this poem

some call it tavern

I call it home



chorus:

fuck you im drunk

fuck you im drunk

pour all my beer down the sink

I've got more in the trunk

fuck you im drunk

fuck you im drunk

and I'm going to be drunk

til the next time im drunk



you've given me option

you say I must choose

between you and the liqueur

then I'll take the booze

jumpin on western down to the west side

for I'll sit down

and exercise my Irish pride



chorus