Drinking Song

I tend to drink too much sometimes
 I fall a little drunk on my face
 I get up I brush up I head to the bar
 For another round with all of my friends
 Here's to 'em To all of my friends
 Here's to 'em To all of my friends yeah
 Here's to 'em To all of my friends
 Here's to the bastards, the best of my friends
 Step up to the bar we tip the bartender first
 Keep 'em filled to the rim
 There might be a bit of a brawl that breaks out
 But we always leave when we should
 So with this pint I toast to you to all of my friends
 Keep healthy and good I clench it tight and
 I raise it high May the spirits runneth over
 And drinks never be denied
 I know work is the worst part of the day
 But when you get out the fun will pay
 So now drink with me to no end
 'Cause here we are with the best of our friends
 It's all I got left in the end are my friends
 God love 'em my fuckin' friends