Farewell To Drunkenness Lyrics - Irish Moutarde

A fair women once told me, when I stepped at her door 

"Why can't you quit from drinking, t'will kill you before long" 

And then I replied to her, would you sing me a song? 

Where all the men are drinking, a good beer ain't a whore 

A throb is in my head 

My guts are on the floor 

Oh god never I swear 

Will I drink anymore? 

A throb is in my head 

My guts are on the floor 

Oh god never I swear 

Will I drink anymore? 

It's Friday and it's raining, I'm left without a job 

'Tis time to forget all this shit, meet the guys at the pub 

I catch up with McHalley, she's already at three 

Tonight pints of Guinness and Newkie are on me! 

A throb is in my head 

My guts are on the floor 

Oh god never I swear 

Will I drink anymore? 

On our table pile up, many empty glasses 

I try to win a wet kiss from many ugly lasses 

The clock is close to three, there's no one else around 

But me and all my friends: time for another round! (reload!) 

A throb is in my head 

My guts are on the floor 

Oh god never I swear 

Will I drink anymore? 

A throb is in my head 

My guts are on the floor 

Oh god never I swear 

Will I drink anymore? 

I wake in up the morning, all fuzzy, cold and sore 

I don't know where the hell I am, must get out of this place 

I rush into the toilet; it's the same as before 

When I look at the mirror, it's the same familiar face 

A throb is in my head 

My guts are on the floor 

Oh god never I swear 

Will I drink anymore? 

So I bid you goodnight 

Oh good friends that you are 

And I'll see ya for sure 

Tomorrow at the bar...