It's not like me, to think of you Especially alone, and singing drunken tunes I'm the one, at the bottom of the barrel To drunk to hear, the children's Christmas carols It was 21 years ago to the day that I arrived Singing songs by the side, of my future bride Then she dumped me so told every one she died I drink lots and eventually I lost my mind I could do with a tasty few Fuck it, and pass me another brew And I know, I'm startin to feel ill But in an hour I'll be in drunkenville There's nothing wrong with me whatsoever The beer, the women, the 80% liver killing liquor I leave this town at about half past 4 I'll drink and drink - stop - then I'll have a little more! Its about 7 pints to drunkenville Drunkenville, thank feck I found you 20 minutes up the road, far from sobertown My wife and dog left me, thats why I wear this frown Come the day I move there forever more