The Alcoholic
The alcoholic
Wake up in the morning have a drink or two
You know how it is? just to get me through.
Go into work for my daily toil
Good old Dave the life and soul.
First in the queue to take the money to the bank
Call in the pub, another couple sank.
Eyes on the clock,lunch at one
Two large ones later, shakes have gone
Stay on my own the rest of the day
Chewing on mints,it’s better that way.
There’s another five pints before I get in,
Straight up to bed or open the gin?
Wake up at eleven in a pool of sick
My names Dave and I’m an alcoholic
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