We’ve had this conversation and I’ve told you what I think
So can we change the subject or at least let’s get another drink
I know misery loves company but why’d the company have to be mine?
That’s an evening of my life I’ve lost listening to you whine

No need to get it off your chest if you can get off your tits
It’s not bottling it up if there’s a bottle to hit
I know they say that it’s good to talk
But your story’s too long and my life is too short

We’ve had this conversation, in fact I think we’ve had it twice
So get another round in if you’re going to ignore my advice
A problem shared’s a problem halved, why’d you have to share it with me?
I don’t want half your problems and I’d rather not be here

No need to get it off your chest if you can get off your tits
It’s not bottling it up if there’s a bottle to hit
I know they say that it’s good to talk
But your story’s too long and my life is too short

The barman’s called last orders and you haven’t paused for breath
And I’m tryng to drown your sorrows before you bore them all to death
A friend in need’s a friend indeed and you’re in need of a slap
So grow up and stop wallowing in this self-indulgent crap

No need to get it off your chest if you can get off your tits
It’s not bottling it up if there’s a bottle to hit
Better go on a bender than be bending my ear
But if you’re twisting my arm then you can lend me a beer
Don’t need a shoulder to cry on when you can prop up some bars
You’ll see much more clearly through the bottom of a glass
I know they say that it’s good to talk
But your story’s too long and my life is too short