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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 Songtexteand 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 Aus Songtexte Mania