Your heads in a spin and your face starts to grin You've had too much to drink and you're sick in the sink You don't seem to care you've got beer in your hair And the dripping of rain it starts to send you insane I got sick of my job so I had a shag in the bog And my mum seems to care about the length of my hair She even makes jokes about the clothes that I wear And if that ain't the end I got no money to spend
They're gonna lock me away I don't care what you say And the day is so long just like the words of this song When I get home at night and I turn on the light And lock the back door I'll collapse on the floorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
