In the morning

 I’m a haggard old man and I ain’t what I used to be,
I’ve lost self respect,
And all of my dignity,
My friends are old drunks,
Toothless fools that all smell of wee,
But I’m getting married in the morning!

My bride is well known by the builders and dockers,
She knew all the tricks,
Before I ended up fuckin her,
Her sensitive side
She keeps that in her locker,
And we’re getting married in the morning!

The young one’s call this join shin dig a Hag doo,
Both a drink from death,
And the conversation has turned crude,
The band has turned up,
Covering Pink Floyd and of course The Who,
We’re getting married in a few hours!

Gin, whisky, rum, vodka and ale in one glass,
The sun coming’s up,
And the party’s at full blast,
The hours fly by,
Shit we’re well late for the mass,
Sod it,
We’ll get married tomorrow morning!