I don't even think that I need a drink
But I have nowhere else to go
I go to the place where the whisky and beer flow
There's nothing left
Just the luke-warm dregs
I go to the place where I can lose my legs
Fee fi fo fum
I smell the blood, I smell the blood of an Englishman
I need a way to sway like a sunflower
With my head spinning like a plate
I go to the place where I can take a few shots and separate
No, it's all right, I insist I'm all right
I go to the place where I can expertly pick a fight.
Fe fi fo fum
I smell the blood, I smell the blood of an Englishman