Beer Goggles

Consumed by my weight in alcohol
I need some cheesy chips and hole
Vision’s like a washing machine
In that it’s spinning, not that it’s making things clean
Ow my belly
My legs are jelly
Everyone’s a sold ten out of ten
When logic boggles
My beer goggles
Are going to get me in trouble again
Baptised in my entire takeaway
I need to get this end away
But the floor is like a trampoline
In that I can’t walk straight, you know what I mean?
Ow my belly
My legs are jelly
Everyone’s a sold ten out of ten
When logic boggles
My beer goggles
Are going to get me in trouble again
Feeling irate
It’s getting late
But I can’t go home alone
When logic boggles
My beer goggles
Got me chatting up a traffic cone
You bastard
I’m not plastered
Having a fistfight with a tree
When logic boggles
My beer goggles
Made me fall asleep in my own wee