Farewell to Drunkenness

A fair women once told me, when I stepped at her door
 "Why can't you quit from drinking, t'will kill you before long"
 And then I replied to her, would you sing me a song?
 Where all the men are drinking, a good beer ain't a whore
 A throb is in my head
 My guts are on the floor
 Oh god never I swear
 Will I drink anymore?
 A throb is in my head
 My guts are on the floor
 Oh god never I swear
 Will I drink anymore?
 It's Friday and it's raining, I'm left without a job
 'Tis time to forget all this shit, meet the guys at the pub
 I catch up with McHalley, she's already at three
 Tonight pints of Guinness and Newkie are on me!
 A throb is in my head
 My guts are on the floor
 Oh god never I swear
 Will I drink anymore?
 On our table pile up, many empty glasses
 I try to win a wet kiss from many ugly lasses
 The clock is close to three, there's no one else around
 But me and all my friends: time for another round! (reload!)
 A throb is in my head
 My guts are on the floor
 Oh god never I swear
 Will I drink anymore?
 A throb is in my head
 My guts are on the floor
 Oh god never I swear
 Will I drink anymore?
 I wake in up the morning, all fuzzy, cold and sore
 I don't know where the hell I am, must get out of this place
 I rush into the toilet; it's the same as before
 When I look at the mirror, it's the same familiar face
 A throb is in my head
 My guts are on the floor
 Oh god never I swear
 Will I drink anymore?
 So I bid you goodnight
 Oh good friends that you are
 And I'll see ya for sure
 Tomorrow at the bar