Well there's a blizzard blowin' hard
And from the
Alfred we've been barred
And John's so pissed that he can't hardly stand
Listen to that drunken git '
Cause now he's being sick
But it's only a hundred yards to
The Warrington
Yes
It's only a hundred yards to
The Warrington
You can bet we're on
Tom's mind '
Cause it's nearly closing time
And pretty soon last orders will be called
Christ
My balls feel like they're froze
And there's numbness in my toes
And it's only eighty yards to
The Warrington
Yes it's only eighty yards to
The Warrington
：
John
Get up you drunken git
Don't just lie there in that f**king s**t
I know we're pissed but we can make it if we try
Alright
I guess it's best if we
Stop a f**king while and rest
But it's only twenty yards to
The Warrington
Yes
It's only twenty yards to
The Warrington
Late that night the storm was gone
And I found them there alone
He could've made it
But he wouldn't leave old
John
I found them froze in the street
Jack's boot down
John's teeth
They were only ten more yards from my house
That is
The Warrington
Yes
They were only ten more yards from
The Warrington
