Karaoké Fuck You I'm Drunk Bondo

You're pissing me off, man

Fuck you

Shit

I bang on the door but you won't let me in

'Cos you're sick and tired of me reeking of gin

Locked all the doors from the front to the back

And left me a note telling me I should pack

I walk in the bar and the fellas all cheer

They order me up a whiskey and beer

If you ask me why

I am writing this poem

Some call it tavern but I call it home

Fuck you, I'm drunk

Fuck you, I'm drunk

Pour my beer down the sink

I've got more in the trunk

Fuck you, I'm drunk

Fuck you, I'm drunk

And I'm going to be drunk 'till the next time I'm drunk

You've given me an option you say I must choose 'tween you and the liquor then I'll take the booze

Jumpin' on Western down to the south side

Where I'll sit down and exercise my Irish pride

Fuck you, I'm drunk

Fuck you, I'm drunk

Pour my beer down the sink

I've got more in the trunk

Fuck you, I'm drunk

Fuck you, I'm drunk

And I'm going to be drunk 'till the next time I'm drunk