I'm singing one of our songs tonight
Trying hard to get it right
A few lost words and a forgotten chord
It'll take me an age
To get it the way you want it
The way we wrote it tonight
Take me away to the place we were before
With a case of Colt 45
A night watchman on a desert island,
U.S.A. to go
We had to take what we could get
And what we got, it wasn't much
So we just went out and
Got ourselves drunk
I'm singing one of our songs