4ft Fingers - Drunkenville
It's not like me, to think of youespecially alone, and singing drunken tunesI'm the one, at the bottom of the barrelto drunk to hear, the children's Christmas carolsit was 21 years ago to the day that I arrivedsinging songs by the side, of my future bridethen she dumped me so told every one she diedI drink lots eventually I lost my mindI could do with a tasty fewfuck it, and pass me another brewand I know,I'm startin to feel illbut in an hour I'll be in drunkenvillethere's nothing wrong with me whatsoeverthe beer, the women, the 80% liver killing liquorI leave this town at about half past 4I'll drink 'n drink then I'll have a little more!Its about 7 pints to drunken villedrunkenville, thank feck I found you20 minutes up the road, far from sober townmy wife and dog left me, chats why I wear this frowncome the day I move there forever more
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