Tekster: Stereophonics. Word Gets Around. Last Of The Bigtime Drinkers.

10 minutes flat after the day at the factory.
I'm drinking like a dog in the sun
I don't need to eat, or sleep a wink at the weekend.
Just rot my guts

CHORUS
I can't wait for my next drink.
The first one has gonna sink
I'm the last of the big time drinkers
I take pride in my work
I'm the last of the big time drinkers
My beer don't taste the same without my name painted on my glass.
I don't live to work, I work to live,
and live at the weekend
and maybe spend a week in the sun

I come home wet the bed,
throw my sheets out the window
and Sunday morning comes and

REPEAT CHORUS
I can't wait for my next drink
The first one it's gonna sink
I'm the last of the big time drinkers
I take pride in my work
I'm the last of the big time drinkers
Just give me the hops or the slops
I'm the last of the big time drinkers