All of my friends are happily married
They don’t want to hang ‘round me any more
Now they stay home on weekends instead
And without them life has become a bore
Its no longer fun going out at night
Laughing out loud and drinking the pub dry
Bellowing out a song with all our might
As we send all our brain cells our to fly
Now, the atmosphere of the bar’s a farce
Drinking by myself makes me a loser
If I drink too much they call me an arse
And tomorrow, I’ll be with my hangover
My friends don’t want to go on one last round
It’s the life of an adult they’ve all found
??/?? 2003
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