Protest Song
When I went off to bed last night Having had an ale or four I never would have imagined what The morning had in store I could barely open up my eyes At the breaking of the morn And it took me a while to realise How much my head was sore I thought, ‘What have I done, To merit such a punishment? I’m sure I only had four pints Of less than five percent. Yes I’m sure I only had four pints Of less than five percent.’ There’s no injustice in the world That strikes a bitterer nerve Than waking up to a hangover That you don’t deserve I played by all the rules last night My drinks I didn’t mix Unless you count the G&T I had at ten to six But that would have been metabolised By the time I reached the inn From that point on I stuck to one Beer through thick and thin I’ll curse that brew with my dying breath For making me feel so shite I’ll never touch the stuff again It’s a different beer tonight No, I’ll neve