Happy new year and good will to all men, br Another excuse to get rat - arsed again, br Put your glad rags on and go out on the pull br Your wallet is empty but your glasses are full. br You’re snoggin your mates and spreading the cheer, br Welcoming a very drunken new year. br Everyone’s happy, dancing and having fun, br When midnight strikes the new year has begun. br Kebab meat and chilli sauce spilled down your dress, br Cig burns and alco-pops, what a soddin mess, br Waiting for a taxi. They’re on triple fare, br And completely busy, there aren’t any there. br You start walking home, with your shoes in your hand, br Singing your heart out like you’re the next girl band. br Waving down taxi’s as they pass quickly by, br Your friend starts to vomit and you start to cry. br You finally find that your in your street, br With aching legs and bloody feet, br You run to your house and quickly go inside, br As your neighbours get their paper, you try to hide. br Another new year, not quite the resolution you said, br With a massive hang over and all day in bed, br Your breath stinking of garlic and your head in pain, br You vow never to go out drinking again. br Curled up on the couch wishing the hang over away. br Having a crappy new year, on new years day.