Letras: Tankard. Shaken Not Stirred.

My job's exhausting, that's why I am waiting
For the end of the week to come
Then me and all my buddies
Go to the "Diner's Rum"
Booze-drinking community just pay one time a monthly fee
Where heavy drinkers will unite
Cider, Lager, Whiskey, Wine
Have cocktails, Vodka, Gin and lime
On ice!

(Drink! It's all you can drink I it's all you...)
Hey, Mr.Bartender
Let's draft our brains away
My head feels well shaken
Not stirred, but that's OK

Drinking is both, an art and a science
Practice hard with Himbeerschnaps
Win "Golden Bottle" contests
Or "Warm ale challenge" cups
Banquets alcoholic style
Glassbuffets make your lives smile
Wish I could be here all week
My boss told me yesterday, if I don't quit, he fires me
This freak!

(Drink! It's all you can drink I it's all you...)
Hey, Mr.Bartender