Always one friend who gets tagged as "boring"
The stick-in-the-mud, rigid dork
A whole forest up their rear chute
It's me, the one, I am that bore

But tonight's gonna change me, been designated
As a non-driver, someone else will not imbibe
I've got this glass right next to my food, gonna be drinking
A-ha! I'll get to it in due time

I am gonna make it through this beer if it kills me
I am gonna make it through this beer if it kills me

Once I've finished my plate, in a drunken haze
Is the state where I'll be stuck
Yes, I ordered seconds, don't you see
Need to get my confidence up

Know most people do that with booze, don't doubt
That my brain works, no moron, I'm not that naïve
Few more pies, more meat stacks
Then I'll get that plonk in me

I am gonna make it through this beer if it kills me
I am gonna make it through this beer if it kills me

I don't know if I've had harder than punch
The sharp taste of alcohol makes my stomach jump
And so a full glass, I've never had, mate
I swear, man, the minute will come
I will drink it once I've licked clean ev'ry damn plate
Upon the table now, plus those coming here
I'm really hungry, not a total coward
Just give me my space, I will drown the fear
Little more eating and snacking
Staring at the glass still here

I am gonna make it through this beer if it kills me
I am gonna make it through this beer if it kills me