A Great Drinker - The Wonder Stuff

There’s sweat on my finger tips

I got a belly full of beer shits

My head is too close to the wall

There’s blood in my underwear

I don’t know how I got it there

I swear I’d bust open my head, should I fall

I know weaker personalities

'Cos they’re sitting around my home with me

I’ve got an ever loving wife… of a sort

There’s a bottle and a half to go

Don’t ask me where 'cos I don’t know at all

Sit right down, one for the road?

We don’t stick it where it don’t belong

We don’t mend what ain’t broken

And it’s not because we’re strung out on the sauce

We’re not picking up the pieces

Of a world that still increasingly

Just has to know my business

What is yours?

Well there’s hate where my liver sits

I got cigarettes to pull to bits

I don’t think too much it’s bad for the soul

I got bottles for good company

A great drinker and his love could be…

Well of all the stupid things I’ve been told

They took my car

Get out if it’s not for you

You stay here then, you throw down too

If all the world would wait and see

The last drink’s gonna be on me