Oh god its another night And your head is feeling Like a lump of lead You should never have drunk Those party-fours
You should of been home being good instead
Ever been in a deja vue and the end is the same again
You ran out of your silver thins And you're trying to be so high class
Though you need a bath and your hair's looking like string And though you're nearly broke you end up paying for all the drinks
And you tell them Oh its nothing
There's a million where those come from And then you whisper to your longest-suffering friend Please lend me a few quid
Oh god it's another day
And your stomach's feeling Like a blown-up balloon You should never have eaten that greasy food The doctor told you that chile was bad for your blood And you're standing at the chemist in Boots
Coughing up your guts like you're at deaths door
All this for a packet of Do-Do's And the assistant gives you a wink and you turn bright red
It's at time like this that you wish you were dead And you take the whole packet and you feel like you've drunk A bottle of bleach And you tell yourself Never, never again Well, not until next week anyway And you were never one for holding drink
And you stagger off to the toilet
And you throw up like it was Christmas
And you miss the bowl and you hit your shoes
And there's no paper towels what else can go wrong with you It's a choice between a cab fare home And a packet of cigarettes
So you choose and the money sticks In the machine and the manager says Tough shit drink up and leave
Oh god it's another disease And you just got rid of the last
You were beginning to feel OK
And the friends you gave it to Were speaking to you again.
And you find yourself having sex In the back of a car And the girl underneath
Doesn't care who you are And you're nearly there And she still doesn't care And her chewing gum Is getting stuck in your hair And there's something wrong
Something that you forgot Oh Shit, you've forgotten the rubber And you don't want a kid Well, deny it was you oh, drys leave your dad finds out Then he'll make you stay in And do your homework And cut your hair And wear your school uniform Out in the street what a fate worse than death
Oh well he can't hit you You can hit him back And play your records so loud All the ones that he especially hates
Deep Purple in Rock, Led Zeppelin II
Well even you hate those
Well on second thoughts
I think I'll leave home And go and live in America
Because they earn more money there
And they can get away with murder
Yeah! Oh this is a Mugs game
I can't wait until I'm twenty one
And I can tell them all to sod off.
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ท่อนฮุก ของเพลง It's A Mugs Game คืออะไร ?
Oh well he can't hit you You can hit him back And play your records so loud All the ones that he especially hates
