Keep the Drinks Pouring
kiss the hand that keeps drink pouring
Doesn’t matter when the night gets boring
Your not going to remember this is the morning
Home before they all start snoring
Hey there nothing to worry about
All you did was dance and shout
Stalking guys, had a stakeout
We were there to help you out
Throwing up all over the floor
We got kicked straight out the door
Cant remember what I saw
Whatever it was I want more
Out till morning what a night
Didn’t come home until it was light
Looked in the mirror what a sight
Enough to give my mum a fright
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