Testo di Drinking Song

I tend to drink too much sometimes I fall a little drunk on my face I get up I brush up I head to the bar For another round with all of my friends Here's to 'em To all of my friends Here's to 'em To all of my friends yeah Here's to 'em To all of my friends Here's to the bastards, the best of my friends Step up to the bar we tip the bartender first Keep 'em filled to the rim There might be a bit of a brawl that breaks out But we always leave when we should So with this pint I toast to you to all of my friends Keep healthy and good I clench it tight and I raise it high May the spirits runneth over And drinks never be denied I know work is the worst part of the day But when you get out the fun will pay So now drink with me to no end 'Cause here we are with the best of our friends It's all I got left in the end are my friends God love 'em my fuckin' friends