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CHORUS #1
I’m drinking myself into an early grave,
Though I don’t like whiskey, I’ve become it’s slave.
It stops me thinking ‘bout the times we had,
And though it leaves me hung over, dear, it’s not too bad.
I went into my local bar, the other night,
The waiter he was handsome, dear, but not too bright!
I asked him for a whiskey and a chaser too,
And the more I drank the more I swear he looked like you!
CHORUS #2
Because I’m drinking myself into an early grave,
The more I hit the bottle dear, the more I rave.
It stops me thinking ‘bout the times we had,
And though it leaves me hung over, dear, it’s not too bad.
I’m sitting in the bar again it’s 5 a.m.,
The waiter says, forget you, dear, but how and when?
I look up from my whiskey with a stupid grin,
‘cause the more I drink, the more I swear you look like him!
CHORUS #3
That’s why I’m drinking myself into an early grave,
I know I ought to give up, but I’m not that brave.
It stops me thinking ‘bout the times we had,
And though it leaves me hung over, dear, it’s not too bad.
[ PLAY CHORUS AS INSTRUMENTAL BREAK ]
CHORUS #4
That’s why I’m drinking myself into an early grave,
If you see me in the gutter, don’t forget to wave.
It stops me thinking ‘bout the times we had,
And though it leaves me hung over, dear, it’s not too bad.
And though it leaves me hung over, dear, it’s not too bad.
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