One can
Two cans
Three cans
Four
Perhaps
I should eat
Before
I drink
Any more
99 Bottles
The
only
way
I know
That
the
weekend
is here
Is to
put
on my
favourite
record
And
sink
a crate
of beer
Post Coital (3)
Evening:
You
really
are
amazing
He
said
That
was
the
best
yet
You
don’t
need
to tell
me
She
said
Now
pass
me a
cigarette
Twist My Arm (2)
Afternoon:
Drink
your
tea
Eat
your
food
Leave
behind
your
mournful
mood
Come
out
tonight
Have
some
fun
For
our
time
has
only
just
begun
Self Inflicted
I’m not
moving
from
my bed
today
At least
until this
hangover
goes
away
Then
I’ll curl
up on my
favourite
armchair
And eat
crisps
all night
without
a care