Five beer bottles spinnin' on the floornI wake up with a girl I've never seen beforenI'm starin' at the ceiling tryin' to remember her namenI'm sure she said it was Julie or maybe it was JanennThere were four beer bottles in the club last nightnAnd I was blinded by the bottles, blinded by the lightsnCan I buy you a drink and she said,nOh, that's so, I'll have a vodka and coke,nMake it a doublennOne, two, three, four, five bottles of beernFive, six, seven, eight, nine months of fearnOne, two, three, four, five bottles of beernFive, six, seven, eight, nine months of fearnnThree beer bottles and a taxi homenWe were snoggin' on the backseatnNudgy driver lookin' onnShe's wearin' too much make-upnBut she's a better hopednBut I'm steamin' and lonelynMy bed's so coldnnTwo beer bottlesnUnderneath the sheetsnFumbling with brash dropsnMy pants round my feetnnWhen it's all overnI feel nothin' at allnJust cold, just coldnnOne, two, three, four, five bottles of beernFive, six, seven, eight, nine months of fearnOne, two, three, four, five bottles of beernFive, six, seven, eight, nine months of fearnnPregnancies, STDs - blame them all on the bottlesnPregnancies, STDs - blame them all on the bottlesnnOne beer bottle spinnin' on the floornAs she pulls on her clothes and walks to the doornI don't know what to say,nI'm still lyin' in my bednSo I say, Goodbye, JulienMy name is Jane, she said