Up the cups

I see you falling down, lifeless on the ground,
familiar pictures to everyone around
Is this your way of punk to stay all time drunk
and end up puking on the floor?

I don´t know if I should cry or laugh about - skol -
when I see you tumble and shout:

Up the cups, need a beer!
Gimme just a coin so I can get a drink in here.
Up the cups, need a beer!
Will you never ever be taken seriously.

You keep on staggering around, acting like a clown
till your stomach´s turning upside down.
Shouting punk-rock rules you never understood
A hobo in a frown.

I don´t know if I should cry or laugh about - cheer - io -
when I see you tumble and shout.