I'm a worrier and a thinker
I worry and I drink
About day's gone,
And what the day will bring
Time flies
And worries disappear
More oft than not replaced with beer
It's hard to think
After a night on the drink
I'd rather feel a little bit queer
Than be sober and worry
As I lie here
So I say as I think
It's worrying and thinking
That drives us to drinking
So fill up your glass
And empty it fast
And let them all disappear
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