Lemmy Goes To The Pub - Motörhead

Your eyes are open, you can’t see

Lying there out of your tree

Your knees are flipping on the floor

Your mouth ain’t making sense no more

A real hero, a real zero

You know his name, he’s the bozo

Your boring waffle gets me down

Grab your hat and get outta town

Why do you always want to gab

Sling your hook, I ain’t your dad

A real hero, a real zero

I know your name, you’re the bozo

You tell those awful bloody jokes

Pulling bloody awful strokes

You’re groping everbody’s bint

You never buy a bastard a drink

A real hero, a real zero

You’re everywhere, you’re a bozo

I curse the day you were fucking born