Doin' a little drinking at my favorite bar Got so smashed I couldn't drive my car Got the phone and called me a cab Got thrown out, and couldn't pay my tab Nowhere to go, no cash to spend Don't know why I'm smashed again... Wake up in a puddle of booze And crawl through the mountain of human refuse In the kitchen, I piss in the sink Open the fridge, and I reach for a drink Clock on the wall says 1:00 pm Don't know why I'm smashed again... Don't know why I'm smashed again Cant believe this mess I'm in Johnny Walker's my best friend Don't know why I'm smashed again My girlfriend threw me out in the street And now I'm layin on the cold concrete Four a.m. there's a knock at your door "ooh, let me sleep on your living room floor!" That's what you get for being my friend Don't know why I'm smashed again... I was born with a drink in my hand, My feet on the ground, and my head in the sand Scotch whiskey, rum, and beer That the only reason I'm here Looks like another lost weekend That's why I'm smashed again... That's why I'm smashed again That's why I'm smashed again That's why I'm smashed again That's why I'm smashed again Paul Bohall's my best friend... that's why I'm smashed againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
