Drank so much Bundaberg
You would think that my room's a blur
I can handle any drink you throw
Yes, at drinking games, I o-o-own

Whether it's plain or iced
Or it's got a pointless-ass fruit sli-i-ice
It would take a lot of gin
'Bout a gallon before I would get blitzed
And even then, just tipsy
Nobody can out-drink me
When Happy Hour hits, alone I stand
When ev'rybody else is losing their pants

For I'm the king of all kinds of drinking
Casual or life-wrecking binging
Down six pints of hard rum, unrea-eal
One glass and my colleagues all bark like sea-eals
Don't ask me to try and explain
Why my stomach and liver
Have both refused to burst
Miracle or a blundered curse

Upon my liquor, a fi-irm grip
You'll never see me sway or trip
Crashing keggers just to fill my gut
And at beer pong I am the champion
A connoisseur of wine, but wait
It's not like I care 'bout the taste
Flaunt my knowledge at a wine tasting
Then ev'ry single sample, I swig

Cast-iron stomach that I'm possessing
Comes in handy when I am drinking
Coupled with my bladder of stee-eel
A case of tequila with ev'ry mea-eal
Still no damage felt to my brain
Least nothing obvious so far, mate
There's no booze in the world
That can so much as make me hurl

Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooooooh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-ooooooh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooooooh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-ooooooh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooooooh-oh

As this crate of absinthe I'm drinking (oh-oh-oh-oh-ooooooh-oh)
Notice something that gets me thinking (oh-oh-oh-oh-ooooooh-oh)
Booze may not make me retch or ree-eel (oh-oh-oh-oh-ooooooh-oh)
Neither does it quash my depressing fee-eels (oh-oh-oh-oh-ooooooh-oh)
That's a side-effect that's not great (oh-oh-oh-oh-ooooooh-oh)
Could it drown out all of the pros, mate?
I don't know that answer
For now, I'm on top of the world

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