I got pissed in a thousand cities, or so it seemsI've 
been kissed by a million pretty women (In your dreams!)
And they say the boy done good
I'm well known to a billion faces down the local pub
I've been jipped at the Millwall races betting on the 
wrong dog
Still they say the boy done good
Pour me another glass of your liquid poetry
I used to own my destiny, I used to own my destiny
Pour me another glass of your liquid poetry
I used to own my destiny, now my destiny owns me

Frist wife left me, said I was pathetic, so did the sixth
I had a trial down at Charlton Athletic, I was too damned 
drunk to kick
Still they said the boy done good
Pour me another glass of your liquid poetry
I used to own my destiny, now my destiny owns me
I walked up Chiswick way, past the roundabout and down by 
the canal
I found an old man pub, Fats Waller 45s spinning on a 
Wurlitzer in the corner
They said, 'come on in son, I see you're from South 
Ealing,
First pint of Pride is on the house, and why don't you 
sing a little song with us?
It goes like this...'
You should have heard 'em sing, you should've heard them 
old drunks sing...
Pour me another glass...