One More Round - Love/Hate

Black-out bill, he’s my bud, he brings over Jack

In the car to the Whisky

It’s 1:30, stinking drunk, fifty cents in my pocket

Turn around, Vicky

On the cuff, on the house, line 'em up, line 'em down

One more round

Quarter of two, what to do

Sharks start to circle my my my my my my my

Last call alcohol

Time we said bye bye my my my my my my, Vicky

On the cuff, on the house, line 'em up, line 'em down

One more round

One more round

She said «Start trottin' boy, my friends are thirsty»

Start trottin' boy, my friends are thirsty

Start trottin' boy, my friends are thirsty

Fourteen yellow roses, windows for the light

One more round

One more round

One more round

One more round

Yeah

One more round

Yeah

One more round

Yeah

Yeah