I got pissed in a thousand cities, or so it seems
I've been kissed by a million pretty women (In your dreams!)
And they say the boy done good
I'm well known to a billion faces down the local pub
I've been jipped at the Millwall races betting on the wrong dog
Still they say the boy done good
Pour me another gla** of your liquid poetry
I used to own my destiny, I used to own my destiny
Pour me another gla** of your liquid poetry
I used to own my destiny, now my destiny owns me
Frist wife left me, said I was pathetic, so did the sixth
I had a trial down at Charlton Athletic, I was too damned drunk to kick
Still they said the boy done good
Pour me another gla** of your liquid poetry
I used to own my destiny, now my destiny owns me
I walked up Chiswick way, past the roundabout and down by the can*l
I found an old man pub, Fats Waller 45s spinning on a Wurlitzer in the corner
They said, "come on in son, I see you're from South Ealing,
First pint of Pride is on the house, and why don't you sing a little song with us?
It goes like this..."
You should have heard 'em sing, you should've heard them old drunks sing...
Pour me another gla**...