Reply #17: It's a Mug's Life

[patriotvoice]

It's a Mugs Game
Oh God, It's another night
And your head is feeling like a lump of lead
You should never have drunk those party fours
You should have been home being good instead
And the feeling of deja vu in the end
Is the same and again
You ran out of your silver things
And you're trying to be so high class
But you need a bath
And you hair is looking like string
And though you're nearly broke
You end up paying for all the drinks
And you tell them "Oh, it's nothing.
There's a million where those came from."
And then you whisper
To your longest suffering friend
"Please lend me a few quid."

Oh God, It's another day
And your stomach is feeling like a blown up balloon
You should have never eaten that greasy food
The doctor told you that chili is bad for you blood
And your standing at the chemist as food's
Coughing up your guts like a rap at the door
And all this for a packet of Dojo's
And the assistant gives you a wink
And you turn bright red
It's at times like this that you wish you were dead
And you take the whole packet
And you feel like you drunk a bottle of bleach
And you tell yourself "never, never again.
Not until next week anyway."

You were never one for holding drink
And you stagger off to the toilet
And you throw up like it was Christmas
And you miss the bowl
And you hit your shoes
And there's no paper towels
What else can go wrong with you
It's a choice between a cab fare home
And a packet of cigarettes
So you choose and the money sticks in the machine
And the manager says "Tough shit.
Drink up and leave"

Oh God, It's another disease
And you just got rid of the last
You were beginning to feel okay
And the friends you gave it to
Were speaking to you again
You find yourself having sex in the back of a car
And the girl underneath doesn't care
And her chewing gum is getting stuck in your hair
And your nearly there and she still doesn't care
And there's something wrong
Something that you've forgot
Oh, shit you've forgotten the rubber
And you don't want a kid
Well, deny it was you
Oh Christ, if your dad finds out
Then he'll make you stay in
And do you homework and cut your hair
And wear your school uniform out in the street
What a fate worse than death

Oh well, he can't hit you
You can hit him back
And play your records so loud
All the ones that he especially hates
Deep Purple in rock, Led Zeppelin too
Well even you hate those
Well, on second thought
I think I'll leave home and go and live in America
Because they earn more money there
And you can get away with murder

Oh, it's a mug's game
I can't wait 'til I'm twenty-one
And then tell them all to sod off

PS: The reply title is meant to be punny.