SICKNESS
We’ll jostle Sickness in the queue
With Sickness we’ll consume a brew
Not one, not two, but quite a few
To the pub! To the pub! To the pub!
We’ll flirt with Sickness by the bar
Then order her a cheeky jar
“Oh Sickness, yer a fuckin’ star!”
To the pub! To the pub! To the pub!
We’ll dance with Sickness to the tunes
We’re free, at last, from our cocoons
We’ve longed for this for many moons
To the pub! To the pub! To the pub!
We’ll fight with Sickness in the street
We’ll puke with Sickness on concrete
Now life is normal! Life is sweet!
To the pub! To the pub! To the pub!
With Sickness we will share a cab
And all the way we’ll grope and grab
Then later on we’ll joust and jab
To the pub! To the pub! To the pub!
We’ll wake with Sickness in our beds
Emerge with Sickness in our heads
So pub tonight? Or home instead?
TO THE PUB! TO THE PUB! TO THE PUB!
