Strange that when I feel fear,
The thing I reach for is a beer…
Strange that when I feel fear,
The thing I reach for is a beer…
I went out for a quiet one,
It soon became a few,
And then I had too many,
What I did, I have no clue…
Nothing makes me smile more
than a steaming, lovely brew,
Without my daily coffee I
just wouldn’t have a clue…
Your head hurts when you wake up,
The cause it might be known,
Perhaps it was the endless drinks,
The thought of which now make you groan.
I’m sipping on a cocktail,
And everything seems fine,
Even though the cocktail is
one of gin and wine…
The little bird pays a visit,
He comes for food and drink,
It’s nice that he popped by today,
I’ll see him soon I think…
a drunken punch,
some misread scrawl,
it ended in
a messy brawl
I’ll fill myself up with booze,
Starting by filling up my shoes,
I’ll drink until I hit the floor,
Roll over, then I’ll drink some more.
Raise a glass
full of cheer,
When all alone
you down your beer.
Sat alone, no company,
I find my brain askew,
Suddenly an idea comes,
I know just what to do.
I reach out for an old friend,
One that’s always had my back,
And spend the night, the two of us,
Just me and my mate Jack…