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Buy me a round, I'll be here for the night,
A glass of good whiskey or beer by the pint;
Perhaps in an hour I'll feel all right,
Oh, Lord, I'm knackered again.
I'm knackered again, I'm knackered again,
It seems like the bottle is my only friend;
I'll love my malt whiskey and beer till the end,
Oh, Lord, I'm knackered again.
I'm knackered again, I'm knackered again,
It seems like the bottle is my only friend;
I'll love my malt whiskey and beer till the end,
Oh, Lord, I'm knackered again.
No, I'm not tired, I won't go to bed,
I don't want your coffee but whiskey instead;
I know in the morning I'll wish myself dead,
Oh, Lord, I'm knackered again.
I'm knackered again, I'm knackered again,
It seems like the bottle is my only friend;
I'll love my malt whiskey and beer till the end,
Oh, Lord, I'm knackered again.
What's that you say, sir? I didn't quite hear,
You say that you know me and would buy me a beer;
Well, if you're buying, I'll lend you my ear,
Oh, Lord, I'm knackered again.
I'm knackered again, I'm knackered again,
It seems like the bottle is my only friend;
I'll love my malt whiskey and beer till the end,
Oh, Lord, I'm knackered again.
Last call already? Well, one for the road,
I'll drink it down quickly and find my way home;
But I'd never leave, if you'd never close,
Oh, Lord, I'm knackered again.
I'm knackered again, I'm knackered again,
It seems like the bottle is my only friend;
I'll love my malt whiskey and beer till the end,
Oh, Lord, I'm knackered again.
Now that I am eighty, my bones are all frail,
My ears they don't work and my eyesight has failed;
Thank God I can still taste my whiskey and ale,
Oh, Lord, I'm knackered again.
I'm knackered again, I'm knackered again,
It seems like the bottle is my only friend;
I'll love my malt whiskey and beer till the end,
Oh, Lord, I'm knackered again.
After it's over, when I'm dead and gone,
Promise me that they won't play a sad song;
And put in my casket whiskey so strong,
Oh, Lord, I'm knackered again.
I'm knackered again, I'm knackered again,
It seems like the bottle is my only friend;
I'll love my malt whiskey and beer till the end,
Oh, Lord, I'm knackered again.