Drunkenville

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