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