It's five o'clock, I'm on my way home I don't want you to be alone It's just my luck to see a group of my friends You know the story, you know how it ends We're at the Model with a couple of ales Another round, you know it never fails I check my watch and it's a quarter 'til nine I'm kinda drunk and I'm feelin' fine I'm in my cups, I'm feeling no pain I have to go but I just can't refrain Because the lads have bought one more round My head is swimming and I'm falling down I cannot walk, no, I cannot stand Two of the boys have to give me a hand I'm laughing hard because I am well spent Hope you're not mad, you're not totally bent I get home and you are not there I guess you're right because it really is fair You left a note that said you're out with a mate I fucked up and now it's my turn to wait I am sorry for the hurt that I caused I should have thought, I should have paused So take a lesson, don't be stupid or lame 'Cause when she's gone you'll have no one to blame