Wednesday evening Beirut tourney
I should study but don't care
Rows of Solo cups opponents try to hit ‘em all
So I'll imbibe the beer that is in there
It seems I can't see straight but I keep making all my shots
I have no idea how many beers I have had but it's lots
It's your turn now let's see what you have got
You would miss a cup the size of a pot

It is just awesome here
My standards just have disappeared
Even fat girls have nice rears
I might throw up in the morning
But for now I want more beer

Final game is disappointing
Why's the winner not my team?
Now I'm drunk enough to dance to awful songs
Which I guess I won't remember after dreams

Now I'm devoid of fear
I think I'll take my car and steer
Can't seem to walk out of here
What I'm saying's not important
But I'll yell loud and unclear

These drinks I just keep taking I lost count an hour ago
Think I'm grinning head is spinning soon my chin might hit the floor
Wonder where did the time go it is four
Finally I think I can find the door

I think I ought to leave
I probably should fall asleep
Where did I put my dorm keys?
I'm still drunk on Thursday morning
Just like every other week