I think I might, have a few drinks tonight
It's been a hard and ugly week
Lift some weight, socially lubricate
Stops me feeling like a freak
As I get closer to a bottled beer roller-coaster
I hold on tight to my best friend
From gibbering wreck to fully dead unconscious
And we all know where it will end
It's a non-polluter, my beer scooter
I've got news, I can't lose, I've got booze
Who the hell is gonna carry me home
Without a drink, my life stinks, I can't think
Who the hell is gonna carry my home
And when I'm sober, with a whopping big hangover
What I remember, I regret
I've lost my jumper, got a pocketfull of mobile numbers
The journey home? I forget.
Fender to fender, my Mercedes bender
I've got news, I can't lose, I've got booze
Who the hell is gonna carry me home
Without a drink, my life stinks, I can't think
Who the hell is gonna carry me home
Beer Scooter, Beer Beer Scooter, Beer Scooter, Beer Beer Scooter
Beer Scooter, Beer Beer Scooter, Beer Scooter, Beer Beer Scooter
(Who the hell is gonna carry me home
Who the hell is gonna carry me home)
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I think I might, have a few beers tonight