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