Drink Drank Drunk

Drink Drank Drunk - C Walmsley / D Boutette

Drink, Drank, Drunk Drink, Drank, Drunk

My poor heart’s been broken And all my ships are sunk So I Drink, Drank, Drunk

She took a vow to stand by me through thick and thin
She stuck right beside me while the chips were rolling in
Then I caught some bad breaks and the good times disappeared
She took off and left my bank book clear

So now I Drink, Drank, Drunk Drink, Drank, Drunk
My poor heart’s been broken And all my ships are sunk So I Drink, Drank, Drunk

I used to be the kind of guy to play the field
Until I took one look at her and I knew it was for real
If she showed up here today, I’d take her back again
Now excuse me while I remedy this pain

Just let me Drink, Drank, Drunk Drink, Drank, Drunk
My poor heart’s been broken And all my ships are sunk So I Drink, Drank, Drunk

Some of my friends get off on meditation
Some rely on psychotherapy
Some poor souls find comfort In illegal substances
But none of that stuff ever works for me

So I just Drink, Drank, Drunk Drink, Drank, Drunk
My poor heart’s been broken And all my ships are sunk So I Drink, Drank, Drunk
So When the bar is open Down there I will plunk
Until I drink drank drink drank drunk