I lay on the door but she won't let me in
'Cause you're sick and tired of me reeking of gin
I knock on the doors from the front to the back
And left me a note telling me I should pack

I walk in the bar and the fellas all cheer
They order me up a whiskey and beer
You ask me why I'm writing this poem
Some call it a tavern, but I call it home

Fuck you I'm drunk!
Fuck you I'm drunk!
Pour my beer down the sink
I've got more in the trunk
Fuck you I'm drunk!
Fuck you I'm drunk!
And I'm going to be drunk 'til the next time I'm drunk!

You've given me an option, you say I must choose
Between you and the liquor then I'll take the booze
Jump in on a bus, turn down to the south side
Where I'll sit down and exercise my Irish pride

Fuck you I'm drunk!
Fuck you I'm drunk!
Pour my beer down the sink
I've got more in the trunk
Fuck you I'm drunk! (fuck you)
Fuck you I'm drunk!
And I'm going to be drunk 'til the next time I'm drunk!