Standard (EADGBE)

And then it hits your mangled

Your speech is all tangled

And when faced with a question

Your mental indigestion

Delivers a response so queer

As to how you arrived here

But your legs and arms and wits and charms

Do not give up the fight (to walk and talk)

V2:

…The head is baffled

“Where have you been tonight?”

It’s 1130 and dark

Stand half-accused in the streetlight

Your hesitation has caused frustration

And the mans arm bounds across your chest

Not tonight pal, I’m sorry

You’re just not looking your best

V3:

These cunts are all the same

Were probably bullied as weans

But now, at the stroke of happy hour

It is they who have the power

To adorn you the humiliation

Partly due to your inebriation

But to cut short your big night out

The last resort is to stand back and shout

V4:

“Who the fuck are you talking to ya prick!?”

Your throat runs dry but the words don’t stick

You’re politely asked to leave the vicinity

And you’re pals have suddenly dropped their affinity to you

So with head held low

At this crushing final blow

You make for the taxi rank

While eyeing up a couple of old skanks

V5:

They’re high heeled and scantily clad

But warm to your attention

Of this you’re most glad

She asks you your age and you lie

But so does she

As you stand and watch as she pees

There is promise yet to this Friday night

She giggles and winks and you think you just might