i'm a part of the furniture, this boozer's my home  i've been here forever, this barstool's my throne  i'm drinking short whiskeys with a half pint of stout  i smoke senior service or one of yours when i'm out  and i'm always out  the women say i'm foul, the men say i'm harmless  i'm the source of entertainment and conversation tireless  the vicar gives me sermons, the young ones give me cheek  you can read all about me in the bogs on high street  on high street  these may seem like wasted years  ah, but the stories i could tell  when these shoulders were broad and strong  and i served my country well  i'm not a picture of perfect health  but i'm feeling no pain today  so you can fill my glass again  and i'll grow old my own way  i've woke up near the barley fields  like a sack on the side of the road  with a belly full of drink,  and a chill running through my bones  if i dropped dead tomorrow,  you'd hear the righteous say  that iw as not a christian man,  and i pissed my life away  that's what they'd say  -repeat first verse-  -chorus-