If youâre on the scratcher and youâre sitting on your hole
Take heart you better get smart
If youâve only got a fiver and you wanna lose control
Be wise you gotta improvise
At the bottom of the fridge youâll find the answer to your prayers
Drink it neat and take it to the street
Bargain basement booze thatâll give you curly hairs
Ice cold, Dutch Gold
In the great outdoors in the middle of December
Numb toes with your ass exposed
Throwing up in the canal itâs a night you wonât remember
Rites of passage feeling massive
Your tongue goes numb you got smoke in your eye
Pouring down your neck, youâre a wreck
Drinking under bridges because such youâre a classy guy
Feeling right, getting super tight
Next day when you wake up and you feel like human dirt
On the bathroom tiles, canât smile
Curry from the chipper down the front of your shirt
Such bright light, itâs just not right
Piecing it together like columbo on a case
Your brain is shot, crying quite a lot
Thereâs only one solution to the terror on your face
Another canâs your only man
Busted jocks
Wasted nights
Empty pockets
Tools and pipes
Sleeping rough
Jocks and hash
Toothless nights
GANG: out of cash
Bless me father for I have gin
It went straight to my head
Drunk all day
Drunk all night
Iâm tired and I wanna go to bed