I dont care who you've been sleeping with these days
You're outta my hair
It's growing just above my smiling face that I wear
Every night I drink myself to sleep
Not thinking about you
Not thinking about anything at all

I don't care who you've been dining with these days
It's more than fair
Much rather be drinking anyways
With my friend Peter
Who lives so [bad word] far away
Yet not as far as you
Even though you live right down my [bad word] street

And I'm tired of sleeping with myself
I'm tired, all these drinks and [bad word] no longer help
I'm tired of lying about not thinking of you
Maybe my friend Peter can tell me what to do

I dont care who you've been kissing on these days
It's out of my hands
and in my mouth with such a pleasant taste
I need a beer to wash it all away without a trace
And then i'll drink 23 more
To wipe this stupid smile off my [bad word] face

I'm tired of sleeping with myself
I'm tired, all those drinks and [bad word] no longer help
I'm tired of lying about not thinking of you
Maybe my friend Peter can tell me what to do