He poured his glass last night, pre-drink
Happy hour, five p.m.
And he's gonna be drunk as a skunk by then
He loves the whisky so much, he loves the taste
It's cozy in the bar
On such a timeless night

And he thinks it's gonna be a long, long time
'Til soberness brings him 'round again to find
He's not the man he thinks he is at home
Oh, no, no, no
He's a whisky fan
Whisky fan sippin' on his booze up here alone

And he thinks it's gonna be a long, long time
'Til soberness brings him 'round again to find
He's not the man he thinks he is at home
Oh, no, no, no
He's a whisky fan
Whisky fan sippin' on his booze up here alone

Whisky ain't the kind of drink to share with friends
In fact, it's strong as hell
And there's no one there to share it if you did
And all this drinking, he don't understand
It's just his way, five nights a week
A whisky fan, a whisky fan

And he thinks it's gonna be a long, long time
'Til soberness brings him 'round again to find
He's not the man he thinks he is at home
Oh, no, no, no
He's a whisky fan
Whisky fan sippin' on his booze up here alone

And he thinks it's gonna be a long, long time
'Til soberness brings him 'round again to find
He's not the man he thinks he is at home
Oh, no, no, no
He's a whisky fan
Whisky fan sippin' on his booze up here alone

Now, he thinks it's gonna be a long, long time
And he thinks it's gonna be a long, long time