three sheets to the wind (the drinking song)

we were rollin' on a boys night

staying out till daylight

putting down a glass or two

laughing like cheapskates

falling down a staircase

think of better things to do

pour another drink man

time to get a round in

night has only just begun

we're gonna paint the town red

getting out of our heads

nothing's gonna stop the fun

more wine

more beer

we got to make a move

to make it out of here

we couldn't walk

we couldn't talk

we were three sheets to wind

we were hangin' with our best mates

getting in a right state

drunker than a box of skunks

flirting with the bar maid

tryin' to get the bill paid

acting like a bunch of punks

i've had enough

no more

i'm bouncing off the walls

i couldn't find the door

i couldn't think on the brink

we were three sheets to the wind

more wine

more beer

we got to make a move

to make it out of here

we couldn't walk

we couldn't talk

we were three sheets to wind

i must have drunk my paycheque

feeling like a trainwreck

never gonna drink again

i'm like a bear with sore head

crawling out of my bed

must have been a bit insane

can't move no way

just let me lie in peace

don't wanna see the day

not again

too much pain

we were three sheets to the wind

three sheets to the wind

three sheets to the wind