It's the time of night again
It's the old familiar feeling
When you're staring at the ceiling
As you spin upon the floor You've forgot the power of speech
Sleep with anything that might call
Eat a scabby dog with ketchup We're on the one before the lights go out
But you've still got room for more
Here's a toast to being close to comatose again
One before we're caned
Yes we feel no pain
We're on the one before the lights go out
So get them in again We're on the one before the lights go out
One before we think of nowt
We're on the one before the lights go out
We're on the one before the lights go outDog's passed out, hey Mick your shout.
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