| G | C | G | |
| I | bang on the door but you | won't let me | in |
| G (picking) C7 |
| 'Cause you're sick and tired of me reeking of gin. |
| G | C | G | |
| Yo | u've locked all the doors from the fr | ont to the b | ack |
| G (picking) G |
| And left me a note telling me that I should pack. |
| G | |
| F | uck you, I'm drunk! |
| C | G | |
| F | uck you, I'm dru | nk! |
| G G (picking) C |
| Pour my beer down the sink I've got more in the trunk! |
| G | |
| F | uck you I'm drunk! |
| C | G | |
| F | uck you I'm d | runk! |
| G (picking) G |
| And I'm going to be drunk 'till the next time I'm drunk! |
| (Repeat verses & refrain) |
| optional lryics: |
| i walk in the bar and the fella's all cheer |
| order me up a whiskey and beer |
| and if you ask me why i'm writing this poem |
| some call it a tavern, but i call it home |
| chorus |
| you gave me an option, you said i must choose |
| 'tween you and the liquor, then i'll take the booze. |
| i'm jumpin' on Western, down to the southside |
| where i'll sit down and execise my Irish pride |