You walk in the room

The folks are all there

With glasses in hand

But you can''t take the band

So you head for the bar

The barman''s well stocked

He knows where you''re at

He offers a drink

But you can''t take none of that

(No you can''t take none of that)



Everybody''s having fun

So why be the one

Who''s out in the cold

It''s not good enough

You made a deal with yourself

You said you''d never take another drop

Your craving''s big, your livers shot

You''d give a million for a solitary drop



You take your first belt

It tastes like pure hell

The second one drops

Intentions are shot

Well you think you might as well

You take another sip

You get to likin'' it

The music sounds hip

So you head for the floor

(So you head for the floor)

Yea yea yea yea yea



Well you step out on the dance floor

And you grab at your boss''s wife

You''ve been longing to hold her close

For the whole of your working life

And the band played on



Move your ass



Well your hostess is lookin'' mad

As your hands start to wander

And your boss is gonna get you now

He''s gonna put you six feet under

You get walked out the door

And your feet don''t touch the floor

You''re never gonna see ''em no more



The dawn starts to break

Your heads a big ache

You''re lyin'' in bed

You''re back from the dead

And your mouth feels like old leather

(Old leather)

Never do it again

(You''ll never do it again)



Everyone was havin'' fun

But you were the one

Kicked out in the cold

You slept in your clothes

You let ''em down

Down at the club

You know your confidence got to take the rub

Your boss is sore

You''ve had your chance

He says he never wants to see you again

Don''t wanna see you again

(Don''t wanna see you again)



You''ve got to dry out

The boys have found out

It''s the end of the line

But it''s martini time

So you head for the bar..r...r..r..r..r



Oh where am I now