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Grab a brew

And stand up straight

Don’t ya spill a drop

Drink one score

Then fifteen more

Fill’er to the top!

Am I drunk or am I sober

There’s really no way to tell.

The bottle is full

The glass is empty,

I’m drowning myself

In a Cold Whiskey Hell.

Stay in your place

Mind your drink

Fight till the rooster crows.

These are the rules

Of Peter O’Toule’s

The Pub where the fighters gooooooooooo.

HEY!

Am I drunk or am I sober

There’s really no way to tell.

The bottle is full

The glass is empty,

I’m drowning myself

In a Cold Whiskey Hell.

Swallow a yard

Slam it back down

Don’t ya loose your head.

Pick a fight

Hold on tight

Or by morning you’ll be dead.

HEY!

Am I drunk or am I sober

There’s really no way to tell.

The bottle is full

The glass is empty,

I’m drowning myself

In a Cold Whiskey Hell.

Stagger home

Take a puke

You’re filled with piss and foam.

Tomorrow night

Looks awful bright….

‘Cuz you know your not drinking alone!

HEY!

Am I drunk or am I sober

There’s really no way to tell.

The bottle is full

The glass is empty,

I’m drowning myself

In a Cold Whiskey Hell!

Am I drunk or am I sober

There’s really no way to tell.

The bottle is full

The glass is empty,

I’m drowning myself

In a Cold Whiskey Hell.

In a coooollddd

Whiiissskeeeyyy

Heeeeeellllllllll!

Yaheee!