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Like a squid, up at dawn |
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An' I drag me butt tae me job. |
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Not a break, front to back |
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Kicking balls to the wall |
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Down a mile a hole |
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Moving mountains of coal |
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While here's to hell |
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It's ringing my bell |
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Sing a song, bang a gong |
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And tonight would be good to be bad. |
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So I take a wee dram |
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Just to take off the edge |
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Whether diggin' a ditch |
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Or swinging a sledge |
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I drink to ignore high society's crap. |
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Bot'tla' whiskey in me |
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And I ain't even whacked |
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Now I know how it feels for the rat |
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On the wheel to run for the cheese. |
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We drink and we drink and we drink some more |
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The only thing better than drinking for me |
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Is when I'm drinking with you |
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And we're drinking for free. |
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I feel drunk and tight |
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Just a wee bit tipsy tonight |
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It's the best that I've had |
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But I've puked on my kilt |
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Will you call me a cab |
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Will you call me a cab |
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For now I must go |
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To wake up at dawn |
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For a heave and a hoe |
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And tonight was good to be bad |