I used to work with a guy name Col

He was a big fan of alcohol;

He would drink beer all the time

By midday he would have polished off

A six pack and more by knocking off

Then he'd drink on late into the night

At parties he'd always dance and sing

Spreading cheer and celebrating

Life of the party that was his thing

Always happy hour, let the bell ring!

Col's still standing at the bar

Drinking beer, having a laugh

Yeah, Col's still standing at the bar

Year after year, filling his glass

One day he went to an appointment

The doctor told him that the ointment

Was killing him before his time

Like Bob he had to quit the booze

Conflicted he couldn't choose

Between a good time and saving his life

Would life without beer feel empty?

That cold slap of reality

Was he capable of sobriety?

Or would he drink himself to eternity?

Col's still standing at the bar

Drinking beer, having a laugh

Yeah, Col's still standing at the bar

Year after year, filling his glass

He tried, he really did...

Any addict will tell you their poison's fucking hard to quit

He tried, he really did...

But the only thing that stopped the shakes was to have another drink!

Col's still standing at the bar

Drinking beer, having a laugh

Yeah, Col's still standing at the bar

Year after year, filling his glass

He had a wife and two beautiful girls

They loved their father, he was their whole world

I saw them at his funeral

Addiction can be so cruel...

Col's still standing at the bar

Drinking beer, having a laugh

Yeah, Col's still standing at the bar

Spreading cheer, filling his glass