In my home town, I was a loser.
Never bright and yet never better.
I was laughed at by everyone,
Because I hung alone.
...and in this song, you shall see.
How we got all along.
In a band full of misfits,
not one of us had any luck.
We're all drunk and we're stuck, singing lovely songs,
Singing lovely songs, singing lovely songs.
We're all drunk and we're stuck, singing lovely songs,
Singing lovely songs, singing lovely songs.
I was tall and I was handsome,
Most girls would agree.
And yet I got no girl,
TO go with, at the prom.
Kinda lonely to be alone.
So I thought of a lovely song,
in my heart it could make you fly.
To the stars and to their hearts,
It failed so miserably.
We're all drunk and we're stuck, singing lovely songs,
Singing lovely songs, singing lovely songs.
We're all drunk and we're stuck, singing lovely songs,
Singing lovely songs, singing lovely songs.
But I wasn't done until they left,
with the jocks, And throwing poop.
On our faces, we looked dead.
Dead tired, of these pricks.
So in revenge we came to them
With our pipes and our chains,
To kick the hell out of them.
the fight began and it ended,
very quickly with the cops.
They got to get treated, while we got robbed,
of our dignity, in jail.
We're all drunk and we're stuck, singing lovely songs,
Singing lovely songs, singing lovely songs.
We're all drunk and we're stuck, singing lovely songs,
Singing lovely songs, singing lovely songs.
My mom got pissed and my dad roared,
I fled to some friend's place.
I knocked at his door, not realizing.
what transpired in there,
And then my friend opened up,
and in behind was his slut.
Told me I could not stay there,
so I left with the wind.
and to this day I walked alone,
With no friends and no money.
Then I met this girl I saw,
who saw me sing that song.
We're all drunk and we're stuck, singing lovely songs,
Singing lovely songs, singing lovely songs.
We're all drunk and we're stuck, singing lovely songs,
Singing lovely songs, singing lovely songs.
So we got unto the stage of doom,
I did not want to start to sing.
She got me drunk, and I sang,
My lovely song, was heard by all.
And then they sang, with all their hearts.
And the floor had broken down.
I had feared of loosing out,
but in the end I found my thing.
Getting drunk and singing out,
My slurred words of love,
Had inspire them but not all,
Then the bouncers went too.
We sung out until they came,
to pick us up and takes us home.
We're all drunk and we're stuck singing lovely songs,
Singing lovely songs, singing lovely songs.
((This is my version of the yellow submarine song as the main musical theme and feel.))
