Three Sheets to the Wind (The Drinking Song)

We were rollin' on a boys night Staying out till daylight Putting down a glass or two Laughing like cheapskates Falling down a staircase Think of better things to do Pour another drink man Time to get a round in Night has only just begun We're gonna paint the town red Getting out of our heads Nothing's gonna stop the fun More wine, more beer We got to make a move To make it out of here We couldn't walk, we couldn't talk We were three sheets to wind We were hangin' with our best mates Getting in a right state Drunker than a box of skunks Flirting with the bar maid Tryin' to get the bill paid Acting like a bunch of punks I've had enough, no more I'm bouncing off the walls I couldn't find the door I couldn't think on the brink We were three sheets to the wind More wine, more beer We got to make a move To make it out of here We couldn't walk, we couldn't talk We were three sheets to wind I must have drunk my paycheque Feeling like a trainwreck Never gonna drink again I'm like a bear with sore head Crawling out of my bed Must have been a bit insane Can't move no way Just let me lie in peace Don't wanna see the day Not again, too much pain We were three sheets to the wind Three sheets to the wind Three sheets to the wind