An Irish pub, the place to be,
For a couple drinks just you and me,
Oh please! One more round oh kind sir,
A little more I’ll be drunk for sure,
Later my head begins to spin,
With thoughts of puking, where’s the trash bin,
I remain to gander a line,
At that fine honey, man she is fine,
She wasn’t refusing my charm,
I told her that I meant her no harm,
Looking so good I couldn’t preach,
I bought her a drink, sex on the beach,
One drink brought two, two became three,
Hormones were flying high, we were free,
Left the bar in quite a hurry,
Got in the car no need to worry,
Took her back to my pimpin pad,
Woke up late, believe me it was bad,
Don’t go out to drink and party,
You may wake up with a guy named Marty!
