Bubbly Wobbly Juice

 Why the hell do I do it 
Can no longer take the pace
Too much of the bubbly wobbly juice 
I'm falling flat on my face 

Out with the wife and best friends 
It started out so fine
Then I turned into a wanker
The floor was gonna be mine

Too much bubbly wobbly juice 
The legs are sure to go
The slurring words and bullshit
From the pissed up mouth they flow 

Embarrassment and regret, the next morning to endure 
The knowing look from the gorgeous wife
As she reminds me of that floor

One day I know I’ll grow up 
But alas, I know not yet 
I still want a little mischief 
Not ready to be teachers pet