Tanke, tanke, tanke

Drink, drink, drink
Nowhere else to think
With a glass in your hand
You feel like a kingpin
Drink, drink, drink
Nowhere else to think
And you're back in the swing of things

If two cops are standing
By your little car, handing out a ticket
For parking wrong
Take those boys
To a cozy pub
And ask, 'What can I pour for the gentlemen?' (Gentlemen)
And give them something for the station too
Because cops enjoy a good show

Drink, drink, drink
Nowhere else to think
With a glass in your hand
You feel like a kingpin
Drink, drink, drink
Nowhere else to think
And you're back in the swing of things

If you want to get inside late at night
But can only do so by climbing
Because you forgot the key
And you take a good fall
Because the drainpipe was still broken
Then that night didn't go so well for you
But once you're inside, the fun begins again
Because your bar is packed

Drink, drink, drink
Nowhere else to think
With a glass in your hand
You feel like a kingpin
Drink, drink, drink
Nowhere else to think
And you're back in the swing of things

If luck smiles upon you in the lottery
Because only you got all the numbers right that day
But then later you find in your pocket
The ticket you forgot to send, well then you (You)
Feel like you hit rock bottom
But not for too long, because that's unhealthy

Drink, drink, drink
Nowhere else to think
With a glass in your hand
You feel like a kingpin
Drink, drink, drink
Nowhere else to think
And you're back in the swing of things

Drink, drink, drink
Nowhere else to think
With a glass in your hand
You feel like a kingpin
Drink, drink, drink
Nowhere else to think
And you're back in the swing of things