chorus:    I got drunk in Europe,    I got drunk in Europe,    I got drunk in Europe,    And I drank on the plane ride home       I touched down in Amsterdam    After eight long hours on the plane    Then I grabbed my bags, and I headed to the pub    To put me back to the sky once again       Chorus      Well in Paris, France, I took my chance    On the cheap beer flowing from the taps    Then I went to Prague where I dabbled in the Grog    and they dragged me to my bunk for a nap       And the Belgian beers are fine I hear    they make the best damned lagers in the land    with a few more pints, I will certainly agree    that' if I'm still able to stand       Chorus      I got bombed in Britain    I got smashed in Spain    I got Blitzed in Berlin    and when I sobered up again    I soaked my mind in Italian wine    I got drunk in Europe!       Well from London town where the ale is brown    to the red Chianti sold in Rome    no matter the city, no matter the tongue    where there's drink, I'm surely at home       Chorus (x2)