I can down A bottle of alcohol Sometimes bottles of heinekle But that’s not the last thing I drank at Nightingale As some British say I got a gal But that’s not the last thing I got in nightingale No no no no I got a gal Her name is sal She ain’t bad She don’t make me sad Instead she makes me glad Yes yes yes yes My friend got mad He’s no longer My lad Our relationship is trash It’s actually disastrously bad But I don’t care If he’s depressed Our liking Has gone to the lowest level Speak of the devil I wish for that I’d get a medal I can swallow a bottle of alcohol Sometime even Heineken But yet again I can’t deny That my life isn’t a lie Sometimes I even sigh Why can’t it be truthful Why can’t it be A flower Just beautiful But instead I’m a crow Flying in the snow My life’s gone to an all time low My life it sucks I’m like a lost duck that can’t get back to the water But with Sal I got to sort her She lives in Thailand But she looks like a cowboy No lie Just like A crap chef I’m in denial Til the bass is f*****g raw I’m drunk I’m driving The police are on my tail So I set sail Until they fall off a cliff You’re a big fat b***h No lie I’m seeing An army of cows There loud There floating around like clouds There’s a moo It’s came back I’m back to reality No vanity You moron Your face looks like it sown on Drunk Drugs Drunk Drugssss.....