Well it’s the soup of the day
In the little café
By the river where your lover
Drowned the other day
And if you weren’t ‘pissed’
You’d blow her a kiss
And wish her well on her way

But as it now stands
You can barely lift your hands
And your lips start to inch towards
The edge of your dish
But the waitress suggests that you fuck off instead
And go back home to your bed

And all of the drinkers
And all of the sinkers
Are going down, down, down

But you’ve a drink on the way
In the pub people say
Is like a river where your liver
Is drowned every day
And if you could resist
Well you’d give it a miss
And take a break for one day

But as it now stands
You’ve a pint in your hands
And you’ve managed to lift
It up to your lips
And if it don’t kill you
It’ll just make you stronger
To stay and suffer here for longer

And all of the drinkers
And all of the sinkers
Are going down, down, down with all hands
She washed away
To the ocean today
And you’re just a wreck on the land

Well it’s the end of the day
You’ve drunk another one away
And you’ve forgotten your sorrow for at least another day
But you’ll remember tomorrow
What you’ve forgotten today
And you’ll start all over again

And all of the drinkers
And all of the sinkers
Are going down, down, down with all hands
She washed away
To the ocean today
And you’re just a wreck on the land