Off To The Pub

from The Great British Grind Off by Raised By Owls

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OFF TO THE PUB!

I work all day, I work all night, I slave away.
Friday comes, an end in sight, its pay day.
Rip my shirt off, let my hair down, time to play.
The shops all locked, its 5 o’clock, sanity will fray.

I will meet you at the bottom of the bottle.
Just let me sink, I would quite like to drown here.
I will meet you at the bottom of the bottle.
Just let me sink, I would quite like to drown here.

Raise up this pint like a sword.
Bring on whatever may come forth.
Spirits; are they friend or foe?
Time will tell – only you shall know.

Take this chance, have a dance, 80’s school disco.
Shoot some darts, play some pool, show the youth you’re cool.
Nobby’s nuts, pet the mutt, smash the quiz machine.
Busty barmaid, Johnny machine, you know what I mean?

I will meet you at the bottom of the bottle.
Just let me sink, I would quite like to drown here.
I will meet you at the bottom of the bottle.
Just let me sink, I would quite like to drown here.

This is it, the time we all dread:
“Last orders at the bar!”
This liquor flows through our veins.
Intoxication helps numb the pain.
Consciousness is far from my abode and this sweet nectar helps warm my bones.

I don’t want to think, I don’t want to work, Im off to the pub!
I don’t want to think, I don’t want to work, Im off to the pub!
I don’t want to think, I don’t want to work, Im off to the pub!
I don’t want to think, I don’t want to work, Im off to the pub!