Dedicated to 'quiet' pints.
A quiet pint, that's how it always begins.
You're soon talking rubbish & wearing silly grins.
It doesn’t take long before a plan gets made.
It starts off as a banger, but ends up as a grenade.
A few more pints, a few more jars
Suddenly it’s a tour of all your favourite bars.
Shall I text the ex? Nah not a good idea…
I think I'll just chill and have another beer.
One down, two down,
What about town?
Where to go next?
Hang fire, mate,
Let me send a quick text.
Shall we go here? Shall we go there?
I don't give a shit, I don't care.
I love you man, your my very best mate.
It's time for bed, I think it's getting pretty late.
On try number four my key gets in the door.
If I don't make it to my room I'm kipping on the floor.
Where the hell did I get this traffic cone from? I am not a student.
