All She Wrote

And on that note, alcohol's all she wrote I be drunk as a skunk with the one Ken Oath And on that note, alcohol's all she wrote I be drunk as a skunk with the one Ken Oath Yeah, it's the fat prick, B. Kent I hit pads with big pens, get spaz and swig kegs Get slabs and drink [?] with scabs and sink dregs Piss mag [?] it's that bad you dickheads I'm just a piss head that's sick in the head I drink too much, I smoke too many cigarettes All longnecks only don't be friends I bomb threats of Brothers Stoney Fuck gettin' a job, I ain't gettin' out of bed I couldn't care less, I haven't got a red cent I can't even afford to pay rent But I'm drinkin' at the pub nine days out of ten And on that note, alcohol's all she wrote I be drunk as a skunk with the one Ken Oath And on that note, alcohol's all she wrote I be drunk as a skunk with the one Ken Oath And on that note, alcohol's all she wrote I be drunk as a skunk with the one Ken Oath And on that note, alcohol's all she wrote I be drunk as a skunk with the one Ken Oath I haven't got any mates, I hang out with bottles of grog Every bloody day of me life, I'm sloshed I spend the night on the tiles like Rob Fuck off Johnny, I ain't gettin' a job No more taxes and I ain't registerin' me dog You're just a fuckin' rip off and you can piss off You're probably the reason that I'm such a piss pot I'm gonna keep earnin' turns until they shit hot Yeah, I don't know when to stop, that alcohol I drop Gimme three bucks, I'm down the fuckin' bottleshop Blow every cent that I've got and still givin' me [?] I still got a problem with you cocks So give me twelve largies in a blue box And if not, I'll be doin' me block I fuck so many verses that I've got a sore cock I guess it's easy to carry on like a pork chop And on that note, alcohol's all she wrote I be drunk as a skunk with the one Ken Oath And on that note, alcohol's all she wrote I be drunk as a skunk with the one Ken Oath And on that note, alcohol's all she wrote I be drunk as a skunk with the one Ken Oath And on that note, alcohol's all she wrote I be drunk as a skunk with the one Ken Oath Alrighto, I hit the seven-five-Os And burn another page with every line that's wrote I burn up the stage when I'm on the microphone [?] bloke (Bloody hell) Is this the writer's zone? Give me a beer, light him a cone Every night we alone, drink-drivin' to stone I ride till we got the unknown So fight for your own 'cause there ain't nothin' your own I'm just a drunken oaf that be fuckin' ya home It's for me dozens of roses [?] Puff of the smoke [?] cuttin' up hoses It's the one Ken Oath that be drunken the most And on that note, alcohol's all she wrote I be drunk as a skunk with the one Ken Oath And on that note, alcohol's all she wrote I be drunk as a skunk with the one Ken Oath And on that note, alcohol's all she wrote I be drunk as a skunk with the one Ken Oath And on that note, alcohol's all she wrote I be drunk as a skunk with the one Ken Oath