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Off to the Pub

by Raised by Owls

on The Great British Grind Off (2016)

OFF TO THE PUB

I work all day, I work all night, I slave away
Friday comes, an end in sight, its pay day
Rip my shirt off, let my hair down, time to play
The shops all locked, its 5 o'clock, sanity will fray

I will meet you at the bottom of the bottle
Just let me sink, I would quite like to drown here
I will meet you at the bottom of the bottle
Just let me sink, I would quite like to drown here

Raise up this pint like a sword
Bring on whatever may come forth
Spirits; are they friend or foe?
Time will tell – only you shall know

Take this chance, have a dance, 80's school disco
Shoot some darts, play some pool, show the youth you're cool
Nobby's nuts, pet the mutt, smash the quiz machine
Busty barmaid, Johnny machine, you know what I mean?

I will meet you at the bottom of the bottle
Just let me sink, I would quite like to drown here
I will meet you at the bottom of the bottle
Just let me sink, I would quite like to drown here

This is it, the time we all dread:
“Last orders at the bar!”
This liquor flows through our veins
Intoxication helps numb the pain
Consciousness is far from my abode and this sweet nectar helps warm my bones

I don't want to think, I don't want to work, Im off to the pub
I don't want to think, I don't want to work, Im off to the pub
I don't want to think, I don't want to work, Im off to the pub
I don't want to think, I don't want to work, Im off to the pub