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[Verse 1]
Last night’s shorts on
Sunburnt neck
Same thongs
Wallet
Keys
One eye open
Where’s my mates
Oh yeah
I’m goin’
Stale chips
Warm pie in hand
Still taste last weekend’s can
Text from Mum
“you right
You clown?”
“Course I am
I’m headed downtown”
[Chorus]
We’re not alcoholics
They go to meetings
We’re drunks
We go to the football (hey!)
Singin’ too loud
Half lost the meaning
But we’ll scream till we can’t talk at all
We’re not alcoholics
That sounds too formal
We’re drunks
We go to the football
[Verse 2]
Turnstile beep
Mate
Scan that card
Bloke in front already talkin’ odds
Sun in your eyes
Scarf on your head
You swear the coach heard what you said
Plastic cup
Froth on your lip
Spillin’ cheers with every slip
Stranger hugs ya after a try
“Love ya
Mate” with watery eyes
[Chorus]
We’re not alcoholics
They go to meetings
We’re drunks
We go to the football (oi, oi!)
Lines for the loos
Refs we’re deleting
But we’re legends in our own roll call
We’re not alcoholics
That word’s too formal
We’re drunks
We go to the football
[Bridge]
[Drums and claps
Crowd stomp]
Name on your jumper
Name on my heart
We talk big futures
On a busted cart
Next week we’ll quit it
Yeah right
Sure
Save that story
For the final score (hey!)
[Chorus]
We’re not alcoholics
They go to meetings
We’re drunks
We go to the football
Laughin’ too hard at our own retellings
Sunburnt
Broke
But standin’ tall
We’re not alcoholics
That’s not our normal
We’re drunks
We go to the football (football!)
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