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**...