Get down to it

It's thursdaynight and I'm watching my boys
Tryin' to break the air with noise
I've got a bottle of wine
And my righthand is on the mic-stand
I'm singing to them walls again
I know there not listening but They became my audience 
and
Oeh, the way they cheer is filling up this atmosphere
And the the music just stops
Right from the top, again, my friends

First we have a joke or two
Three or four makes the perfect five
This alcoholic family is ill
Refill my cup and get quite serious how did we ever get 
so ridiculous
So come on, and strap that guitar on
‘cause we're playing that song now

When we get down to it
Hardly any beer left, but we get down to it
When we get down to it, see these empty pockets
Man we get down to it
So if you can lend us some money
Feel free

Now the clock strikes Friday
This evenings looking up
The door opens and what do we see
A drunken sailor with Bacardi-coke behaviour
Points out that it's time to leave

So big up to our Jewish charm, the pride of the north 
side whistles a song
Curly don't forget to put you head back on
Now give us a hug mister melody, let's all sit down at 
the nearest bar seats
And right there stops my memory

When we get down to it
The glass is always half full
When we get down to it, 
Drunk and beautiful
Yeah we get down to it

Right until the morning birds sing