I shall drink, what d’ya think?
Shall I shrink back from the brink?
Should I stop the strop, go to the shop
And hear those bottles clink?
Shall I sleep? Fall in a heap?
I will leap to curtains peep,
Outside is dark, I’ll leave my mark
By fuck! I sound so cheap!
What the fuck? I have no luck.
It don’t half suck to be a schmuck.
But I’ll have my fun with everyone
With me you’re never stuck.
This is the end, I tell you friend.
Please let me send (not apprehend)
You’ve All my love from up above
And not one fuck this friend will send.