It's not like me, to think of you  Especially alone, and singing drunken tunes  I'm the one, at the bottom of the barrel  To drunk to hear, the children's Christmas carols  It was 21 years ago to the day that I arrived  Singing songs by the side, of my future bride  Then she dumped me so told every one she died  I drink lots eventually I lost my mind  I could do with a tasty few  Fuck it, and pass me another brew  And I know,I'm startin to feel ill  But in an hour I'll be in drunkenville  There's nothing wrong with me what'soever  The beer, the women, the 80% liver killing liquor  I leave this town at about half past 4  I'll drink 'n drink then I'll have a little more!  Its about 7 pints to drunken ville  Drunkenville, thank feck I found you  20 minutes up the road, far from sober town  My wife and dog left me, chats why I wear this frown  Come the day I move there forever more