What a holiday

Such a holiday - it's going to be
Drink the pubs all dry - you will see

But when the room span round
And the music made a horrible sound

It was one too many Guinness
And I fell upon the deck
The bristles of the bass broom
Scratching on my neck

Messed myself real good
And she didn't like the smell
So the broom and the bucket
Made everything well

Such a holiday - for me
Spent most of the day - horizontally

Round and round I go
Voices gone completely slow

It was one too many Guinness
And I fell upon the deck
The bristles of the bass broom
Scratching on my neck

Messed myself real good
And she didn't like the smell
So the broom and the bucket
Made everything well