| Song | A Great Drinker |
| Artist | The Wonder Stuff |
| Album | Construction for the Modern Idiot |
| 作曲 : Hunt | |
| There's sweat on my finger tips | |
| I got a belly full of beer shits | |
| My head is too close to the wall. | |
| There's blood in my underwear | |
| I don't know how I got it there | |
| I swear I'd bust open my head, should I fall. | |
| I know weaker personalities | |
| 'Cos they're sitting around my home with me. | |
| I've got an ever loving wife... of a sort | |
| There's a bottle and a half to go | |
| Don't ask me where 'cos I don't know at all. | |
| Sit right down, one for the road? | |
| We don't stick it where it don't belong | |
| We don't mend what ain't broken | |
| And it's not because we're strung out on the sauce. | |
| We're not picking up the pieces | |
| Of a world that still increasingly | |
| Just has to know my business. | |
| What is yours? | |
| Well there's hate where my liver sits | |
| I got cigarettes to pull to bits | |
| I don't think too much it's bad for the soul. | |
| I got bottles for good company | |
| A great drinker and his love could be... | |
| Well of all the stupid things I've been told, | |
| They took my car. | |
| Get out if it's not for you | |
| You stay here then, you throw down too. | |
| If all the world would wait and see | |
| The last drink's gonna be on me. |
| zuò qǔ : Hunt | |
| There' s sweat on my finger tips | |
| I got a belly full of beer shits | |
| My head is too close to the wall. | |
| There' s blood in my underwear | |
| I don' t know how I got it there | |
| I swear I' d bust open my head, should I fall. | |
| I know weaker personalities | |
| ' Cos they' re sitting around my home with me. | |
| I' ve got an ever loving wife... of a sort | |
| There' s a bottle and a half to go | |
| Don' t ask me where ' cos I don' t know at all. | |
| Sit right down, one for the road? | |
| We don' t stick it where it don' t belong | |
| We don' t mend what ain' t broken | |
| And it' s not because we' re strung out on the sauce. | |
| We' re not picking up the pieces | |
| Of a world that still increasingly | |
| Just has to know my business. | |
| What is yours? | |
| Well there' s hate where my liver sits | |
| I got cigarettes to pull to bits | |
| I don' t think too much it' s bad for the soul. | |
| I got bottles for good company | |
| A great drinker and his love could be... | |
| Well of all the stupid things I' ve been told, | |
| They took my car. | |
| Get out if it' s not for you | |
| You stay here then, you throw down too. | |
| If all the world would wait and see | |
| The last drink' s gonna be on me. |