Well last Saturday it was me and the lads went on the tear
Dressed up to the nines looking suave and debonair
Down to the city center for a mighty night o' fun
There were colleens to be charmed, There was scoopin' to be done
Well, somehow in the night I got looped out of me gourd
Feeling weak n' woozy, sick as a plane to Lourdes
Me legs were getting wobbly, me head began to swim
Everything went blurry and the room began to spin,
And the room began to spin.
Well the floor crept up behind me and gave me a mighty smack
I was staring at the ceiling like a turtle on me back.
"I meant to do that!" I exclaimed trying to keep me cool
But I was speaking foreign languages and drooling like a fool
So I crawled off on all fours like a mangy rabid dog
To find the porcelain phone and have a talk with God.
Now understand t'was not the boozin' that made me feel unwell
It was obvious to all I'd had some tainted alcohol
I'd had some tainted alcohol.
Chorus:
T'was not the one at "O'Brien's" I'll tell you for sure
young
woozy
wobbly
wizard
warning
victim
undies
understand
turtle
trouser
tonic
toilet
vampire
thing
there
tenth
story
friends
saturday
debonair
floor
unwell
feeling
excellent
tainted
looped
night
eaten
dreadful
foreign
lourdes
dripping
chupacabra
fellows
gourd
latest
plight
crawled
curry
behind
pickled
dressed
chaser
plane
began
demonic
witch
bagpiper
awoke
drank
speaking
eraser
brawl
everything
coming
exclaimed
clothed
plough
county
chorus
alone
clare
another
fours
asleep
crept
clear
margarita
center
charmed
worse
spell
condemned
fully
getting
lager
light
inside
curse
kebab
nearly
trying
ceiling
languages
learn
potion
smack
halfway
lesson
looking
corner
mangy
recall
blurry
meant
meself
phone
mighty
nines
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