You drink and drink You never got a reason But you put it on my tab You put it on my tab You take what you should've left and leave what you shoulda grabbed
What drunk with any common sense at all would mix his beer and gin like that You must really want to get it back May I suggest a draught to help you digest the sugar in that Boone's Farm wine or any other really cheap apple kind
What kind ofdrunk with any self-respect at all would give up on his friends that way would give in to the pressure's sway I never asked you to swim in that soupbowl of contempt so full of wine and bar mop slop spilling on the girls like a bull in a china shop