Forever Kool
The Drunk
Feels like I'm down on my luck.
Cause this life can be so tough.
Pass the Vodka, let me chunk.
I won't stop till I get enough.
Give me beer and Seagram's gin.
Leave me alone and let me sin!
Guzzle it down. Oh where you've been?
Now I'm drunk. Did it again!
Turn on TV. Pastor's on.
"The second coming won't be long!"
Singing the "I'm guilty" song.
I repent! I'm coming home!
Go to church for altar call.
With fan in hand, I wave and call.
Pastor calls, but I stall.
I get up to take a fall.
"The holy ghost" is what they said.
Play along so I play dead.
Feel a hand upon my head.
"It's the spirit" is being said.
On the floor drunk as could be.
Pull the wool? I think maybe.
Abort the plan. Got up to flee.
Cause in my pants I did pee pee!
Swore I'd never drink again.
Then along came my friend.
Alcohol like there's no end.
I yell, "Woop woop it's on again!"
I drink Patron, Greygoose and Gin.
Beer, Night train, Whisky and Hen.
Pass the Rose, Jack Daniels, friend.
Gulp, gulp, gulp. I'm drunk again.
Now I want to start a fight.
Yeah I know this isn't right.
I feel so good. High as a kite.
Feel my arms, my strength, my might!
Go up to my neighbor's yard.
Shake the fence, "Come out retard!"
"Did I tell your wife's a hog?"
Oh my damn, here comes the dog!
I shake and swivel. Dance and flee.
Look at me, Muhammad Ali!
Float like a butterfly. Sting like a bee.
Damn that dog got a hold on me!
He rips my clothes. To ground I fall.
"I want my mama!" I now call.
I get away and climb the wall.
Pants are ripped, underwear, and all.
Now the moral to this story.
Don't give alcohol the glory.
If rock bottom you have sunk.
Please do not get pissy drunk!
Cause this life can be so tough.
Pass the Vodka, let me chunk.
I won't stop till I get enough.
Give me beer and Seagram's gin.
Leave me alone and let me sin!
Guzzle it down. Oh where you've been?
Now I'm drunk. Did it again!
Turn on TV. Pastor's on.
"The second coming won't be long!"
Singing the "I'm guilty" song.
I repent! I'm coming home!
Go to church for altar call.
With fan in hand, I wave and call.
Pastor calls, but I stall.
I get up to take a fall.
"The holy ghost" is what they said.
Play along so I play dead.
Feel a hand upon my head.
"It's the spirit" is being said.
On the floor drunk as could be.
Pull the wool? I think maybe.
Abort the plan. Got up to flee.
Cause in my pants I did pee pee!
Swore I'd never drink again.
Then along came my friend.
Alcohol like there's no end.
I yell, "Woop woop it's on again!"
I drink Patron, Greygoose and Gin.
Beer, Night train, Whisky and Hen.
Pass the Rose, Jack Daniels, friend.
Gulp, gulp, gulp. I'm drunk again.
Now I want to start a fight.
Yeah I know this isn't right.
I feel so good. High as a kite.
Feel my arms, my strength, my might!
Go up to my neighbor's yard.
Shake the fence, "Come out retard!"
"Did I tell your wife's a hog?"
Oh my damn, here comes the dog!
I shake and swivel. Dance and flee.
Look at me, Muhammad Ali!
Float like a butterfly. Sting like a bee.
Damn that dog got a hold on me!
He rips my clothes. To ground I fall.
"I want my mama!" I now call.
I get away and climb the wall.
Pants are ripped, underwear, and all.
Now the moral to this story.
Don't give alcohol the glory.
If rock bottom you have sunk.
Please do not get pissy drunk!
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