10CC: The anonymous alcoholic

You walk in the roomThe folks are all thereWith glasses in handBut you can't take the bandSo you head for the barThe barman's well stockedHe knows where you're atHe offers a drinkBut you can't take none of that(No you can't take none of that)Everybody's having funSo why be the oneWho's out in the coldIt's not good enoughYou made a deal with yourselfYou said you'd never take another dropYour craving's big, your livers shotYou'd give a million for a solitary dropYou take your first beltIt tastes like pure hellThe second one dropsIntentions are shotWell you think you might as wellYou take another sipYou get to likin' itThe music sounds hipSo you head for the floor(So you head for the floor)Yea yea yea yea yeaWell you step out on the dance floorAnd you grab at your boss's wifeYou've been longing to hold her closeFor the whole of your working lifeAnd the band played onMove your assWell your hostess is lookin' madAs your hands start to wanderAnd your boss is gonna get you nowHe's gonna put you six feet underYou get walked out the doorAnd your feet don't touch the floorYou're never gonna see `em no moreThe dawn starts to breakYour heads a big acheYou're lyin' in bedYou're back from the deadAnd your mouth feels like old leather(Old leather)Never do it again(You'll never do it again)Everyone was havin' funBut you were the oneKicked out in the coldYou slept in your clothesYou let `em downDown at the clubYou know your confidence got to take the rubYour boss is soreYou've had your chanceHe says he never wants to see you againDon't wanna see you again(Don't wanna see you again)You've got to dry outThe boys have found outIt's the end of the lineBut it's martini timeSo you head for the bar..r...r..r..r..r