Your breath is rank
Your eyes are crossed
and theres green stuff on your nose
Your hairs a mess
Your make-ups run
And theres puke upon your clothes
But Im staring at you, dribbling
And my eye cant help but wink
Cos youre looking more goddamn horny
With every drop I drink
One More Pint of Lager for the road
One More shot of Whiskey fore I go
Do a harmonica solo
Your daddy hes my bez mate
He let me scrounge a tab
His body trembles as he calls out
For another shish kebab
As I pissed in his neighbours doorway
He was screaming at the moon
So I punched him in the face
And ran off laughing like a loon
One more pint of lager through my lips
One more shot of whiskey fore I slip
Into a coma
Your sisters got no future
Shes sixteen and on the shelf
Id show her what a real man is
But this beer wont drink itself
And that bastard standing at the bar
Keeps on begging for a scrap
Id glass him in a minute
But my legs have turned to crap
One more pint of lager for the road
One more quart of bourbon fore I go
Back on stage