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A fair women once told me, when I stepped at her door

«Why can’t you quit from drinking, t’will kill you before long»

And then I replied to her, would you sing me a song?

Where all the men are drinking, a good beer ain’t a whore

A throb is in my head

My guts are on the floor

Oh god never I swear

Will I drink anymore?

A throb is in my head

My guts are on the floor

Oh god never I swear

Will I drink anymore?

It’s Friday and it’s raining, I’m left without a job

'Tis time to forget all this shit, meet the guys at the pub

I catch up with McHalley, she’s already at three

Tonight pints of Guinness and Newkie are on me!

A throb is in my head

My guts are on the floor

Oh god never I swear

Will I drink anymore?

On our table pile up, many empty glasses

I try to win a wet kiss from many ugly lasses

The clock is close to three, there’s no one else around

But me and all my friends: time for another round! (reload!)

A throb is in my head

My guts are on the floor

Oh god never I swear

Will I drink anymore?

A throb is in my head

My guts are on the floor

Oh god never I swear

Will I drink anymore?

I wake in up the morning, all fuzzy, cold and sore

I don’t know where the hell I am, must get out of this place

I rush into the toilet; it’s the same as before

When I look at the mirror, it’s the same familiar face

A throb is in my head

My guts are on the floor

Oh god never I swear

Will I drink anymore?

So I bid you goodnight

Oh good friends that you are

And I’ll see ya for sure

Tomorrow at the bar

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