You'Re Pretty When I'M Drunk - Lyrics - Use Your Fingers - Bloodhound Gang

Title: You'Re Pretty When I'M Drunk
Album: Use Your Fingers
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Jimmy Franks, Michael Bowe

Lyric:
One night me and the crew hit the road on a mission
To slurp free brew and go fuzzy flounder fishin'
Kayjees on the hi-fi and the keg was bottomless
Until we brought Skip O' Pot2mus

And Daddy gonna get some, probably underage and dumb
And everybody knows that the Daddy eats his young
Lupus in the lavatory, makin' a big stink
Messin' up the toilet seat and poopin' in the sink

M.S.G.'s tanked up and wizzin' in a cup
Waitin' for a sprinkle genie to come and drink it up
'Cause I'm the one bottle willy with the 12 Horse Ale
After that I get silly like Soupy Sales

Now it's midnight and I'm completely boofy blitzed
A six of Shlitz and the Jew brew Manischewitz
With my beers, tinted glasses, I'm ready to bitty battle
I'm hungry like the wolf but I'll end up tending cattle

'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)

Here she comes, a funky fried cutie
Mr.Jimmy Pop Ali is gonna get some booty
'Cause I'm Mr.Mcfeelie with a speedy delivery
You'd think I was a ditch, the way this chick was diggin' me

But maybe I should check and see if this is where I wanna be
Hey Lupus is she cute? Yeah, for a pygmie
Aw, what do you know? You're probably goin' home alone
And it wouldn't be the first time that I gave a dog a bone

Plus beauty, it's only skin deep
It's in the eye of the beholder and my beholder's about to tweak
I could tap that barrel, in fact I know I can
It's a ménage à trois, you and me and Heineken

'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)

Regrets I've had a few
First and foremost I'd like to mention you

For the sake of conversation, we'll call you the Brand New Heavy
You're a mix between an Ugnaut and Eugene Levy
You can call it big-boned, I prefer to call it gut
You're Buddha, you're Shamu, you're Jabba the fuckin' Hutt

You had harpoon scars and your boobies were hairy
I smelt tuna melt but I wasn't gonna worry
It was 3 a.m. and I wasn't gettin' squat
So I rolled you up in flour and aimed it for the wet spot

I was butterin' rolls like a soup kitchen Christian
Then it hit me, something bit me while my little rod was fishin'
I was deep sea fishing, I took a fat chance
But how was I supposed to know that Jabberjaws lived in your pants

At that junction I came to realize
That only Frank Purdue likes thighs that size
Fatty fatty boom ba latty, I gotta lament
That you were not a girl, you were an experiment

'Cause you're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)

You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(You're pretty when I'm drunk)
You're pretty when I'm drunk
(And I'm pretty fuckin' drunk)

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Seven Drunken Nights - Lyrics - Flogging Molly

Title: Seven Drunken Nights
Artist: Flogging Molly
Composer(s): Traditiona

Lyric:
As I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, ?Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be??

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, ?Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be??

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see
That's a woolen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, ?Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be??

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, ?Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be??

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, ?Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head upon the bed where my old head should be??

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Saturday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two hands upon her breasts where my old hands should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, ?Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns them hands upon your breasts where my old hands should be??

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see
That's a lovely night gown that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But fingers in a night gown sure I never saw before

As I went home on Sunday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a thing inside her thing where my old thing should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, ?Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that thing inside your thing where my old thing should be??

Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see
That's nothing but a hammer that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But a hammer with a head like that I never saw before

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Drunk Hot Girls - Lyrics - Graduation - Kanye West

Title: Drunk Hot Girls
Album: Graduation
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): K Suzuki, J Liebezeit, Holger Czukay, M Karoli, H Schuering, Kanye West

Lyric:
Ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, brrraaa

We gon' through too much bullshit
Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls
She gon' through too much bullshit
Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls

Looks like that mami can't buy everything up
Looks like that mami can't buy everything up
Looks like that mami can't buy everything up
(We go through too much bullshit to mess, mess with these drunk)
(All of these drunk and hot girls)

Driving around town looking for the best spot for the
Drunk and hot girls
Up in the club, look at here what we got some
Drunk and hot girls

Stop dancing with your girlfriend and come dance with me
Stop talking about your boyfriend since he is not me
Stop running up my tap 'cause these drinks is not free
You drunk and hot girl

We gon' through too much bullshit
Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls
She gon' through too much bullshit
Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls

Looks like that mami can't buy everything up
Looks like that mami can't buy everything up
Looks like that mami can't buy everything up
(We go through too much bullshit to mess, mess with these drunk)
(All of these drunk and hot girls)

I don?t wanna drop your friends off, I just want you
You drunk and hot girl
You wanna sit down but we hit the drive thru'
You drunk and hot girl

Please don't fall asleep, baby, we almost there
Please don't go up in the car, we almost crash
Oh now you so good, how I know you say that
You drunk and hot girl

We gon' through too much bullshit
Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls
She gon' through too much bullshit
Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls

Looks like that mami can't buy everything up
Looks like that mami can't buy everything up
Looks like that mami can't buy everything up
(We go through too much bullshit to mess, mess with these drunk)
(All of these drunk and hot girls)

Lots change about necessities that people seek without regard
To where they are, the human heart is curious above all this
Lots things to know, you eyes about the music make me see the light
It's outside, I'm feeling like a dressing type
Ohh, waaa, oow, I want you right now

Don't tell me you sing, you about to get a deal
You drunk and hot girls
Aaa, aaa, aa, aa, aa, that's how the fuck you sound
You drunk and hot girl

You only live once through whatever you like
I thought I'd bewitched you for only one night
Now I'm with this girl for the rest of my life
That drunk and hot girl

We gon' through too much bullshit
Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls
A little sippy sippy
We gon' through too much bullshit
Just to mess with these drunk and hot girls
Want a little whisky

Looks like that mami can't buy everything up
Looks like that mami can't buy everything up
Looks like that mami can't buy everything up
(We go through too much bullshit to mess, mess with these drunk)
(All of these drunk and hot girls)

Ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, brrraaa

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Drunk Daddy - Lyrics - Ferociously Stoned - Cherry Poppin Daddies

Title: Drunk Daddy
Album: Ferociously Stoned
Artist: Cherry Poppin Daddies
Composer(s): Steve Perry

Lyric:
Mamma married a big asshole
Whiskey bottles on the floor
He just keeps on watchin' TV
Stepchild tired of being poor

Kitchen smells like rotten garbage
I can't chew my food, my face is sore
Momma didn't come home last evening
Neighbors say that she's a whore

Some folks never want for nothin'
I'm a worn out hand me down
Stupid rich kid gets me angry
Lord, I'm gonna cut him down

And now I'm grown up, the same old story
At 21 I fell in love
She left me just like the others
Jesus, why'd you curse my love?

Drunk daddy broke my fingers
Drunk daddy done kicked my head
Drunk daddy smashed my sister
Turned my whole world red

Drunk daddy broke my fingers
Drunk daddy done kicked my head
Drunk daddy smashed my sister
Turned my whole blood red, yeah

I haul the burden for the high and mighty
But I'm the top hat devil's son
I got the luck of the drunk, try an' nail me
I'm the bullseye, aim you gun

Yesterday they shook your hand boy
Now they're gonna stab your back
I can hear their sickening laugher
Sneakin' like a Siamese cat

Back stage in the club bathroom
A graven image on the wall
I'm about to get my vengeance
Lights go down in the hall

You gotta move fast to beat the devil
Your arm is too short to box with god
Big shadow in the doorway
He's not going to spare the rod, so get out

Drunk daddy broke my fingers
Drunk daddy done kicked my head
Drunk daddy smashed my sister
Turned my whole world red

Drunk daddy broke my fingers
Drunk daddy done kicked my head
Drunk daddy smashed my sister
Turned my whole blood red

He's coming up the stairs, he's got that thing in his hand
No dad, don't leave me alone, no, no daddy don't
He's coming up the stairs, oh he got that thing in his hand
Okay, dad, you can beat me but you'll never beat me

Drunk daddy broke my fingers
Drunk daddy done kicked my head
Drunk daddy smashed my sister
Turned my whole world red

Drunk daddy broke my fingers
Drunk daddy done kicked my head
Drunk daddy smashed my sister
Turned my whole blood red, blood red

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Too Drunk To Fuck - Lyrics - Fresh Fruit For Rotten Vegetables - Dead Kennedys

Title: Too Drunk To Fuck
Album: Fresh Fruit For Rotten Vegetables
Artist: Dead Kennedys
Composer(s): Jello Biafra, Klaus Flouride, Darren Henley, Raymond John Pepperell

Lyric:
Went to a party
I danced all night
I drank sixteen beers
And I started up a fight

But now I'm jaded
You're out of luck
I'm rolling down the stairs
Too drunk to fuck

Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
I'm too drunk, too drunk, too drunk to fuck

I like your stories
I like your gun
Shooting out cop tires
Sounds like loads and loads of fun

But in my room
Wish you were dead
You ball like the baby
In Eraserhead

Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
It's all I need right now, too drunk to fuck

Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck
I'm sick, soft, gooey and cold, too drunk to fuck

I'm about to drop
My head's a mess
The only salvation is
I'll never see you again

You give me head
It makes it worse
Take out your fuckin' retainer
Put it in your purse

Too drunk to fuck
You're too drunk to fuck, too drunk to fuck
It's all I need right now, oh baby
I'm melting like an ice cream bar, oh baby
And now I got diarrhea, too drunk to fuck

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ooh

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Seven Drunken Nights - Lyrics - The Tossers

Title: Seven Drunken Nights
Artist: The Tossers
Composer(s): Traditiona

Lyric:
Well, I've been there, seven drunken nights
Uh hmm, I've been there seven drunken nights, seven drunken days
Uh hmm

Oh, as I went home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, "Can you kindly tell to me"
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?

You're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, now you can not see
And that's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Tuesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a coat behind the door where my old coat should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her, "Can you kindly tell to me"
Who owns that coat behind the door where my old coat should be?

You're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, now you can not see
That's a woolen blanket that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But buttons in a blanket sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Wednesday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be
And I called me wife and I said to her, "Can you kindly tell to me
Who owns that pipe up on the chair where my old pipe should be?

Billy, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, now you can not see
That's a lovely tin whistle that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But tobacco in a tin whistle sure I never saw before

And as I went home on Thursday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw two boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be
And I called me wife and I said to her, "Can you kindly tell to me
Who owns them boots beneath the bed where my old boots should be?

Billy, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, now you can not see
They're two lovely Geranium pots me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But laces in Geranium pots I never saw before

And as I went home on Friday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a head upon the bed where my old head should be
And I called me wife and I said to her, "Can you kindly tell to me
Who owns that head with you in the bed where my old head should be?

Billy, you're drunk, you're drunk
You silly old fool, now you can not see
That's a baby boy that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've traveled a hundred miles or more
But a baby boy with his whiskers on, I never saw before

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Kinda High Kinda Drunk - Lyrics - Gangsta's Paradise - Coolio

Title: Kinda High Kinda Drunk
Album: Gangsta's Paradise
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): James Carter, Michael Diamond, Artis Ivey, Adam Horovotz, Adam Yauch, Rick Rubin, Jesse Bonds Jr Weaver, Dominic Aldridge

Lyric:
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball

I'm sittin' at the bar with a hundred dollar bill
The homies is runnin' late so I got some time to kill
I'm peepin' out this freak in the booth in the corner
I think I seen her rollin' a noble, nosin' under and moanin'
Two freaks walked in and they was lookin' for a vic
But they, kept on passin' me by 'cuz they can recognize a trick
Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak
I take a look up at the clock, I wonder where the homies at

I feel my pager's on my hipbone, who could it be
'Cuz I done talked to everybody that I was 'sposed to see
Hahaa! Now I know, the story is told
And I don't even call 'em back 'cuz they don't know the homie cold
I've recieved a page, my love from the phone in the back
I got a wink from a pretty brown sugar dressed in black
Another double shot of yak and now the room is spinnin'
But that's only the beginning, 'cause the

Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball

I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and
See if I see the homies, but they still ain't there
There's a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it
I was strapped I coulda bust him, but I didn't do it
I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talked away
So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away
I mobb back in the club, and kick it at my table
'Cuz, bustas be acting stupid, and stupidness is fatal

The homies is hella late, and now I'm startin' to think
Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink
She's sittin' at a stool at the other side of the bar
Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a porno star
The club is gettin' packed and the party is jumpin'
Another double shot of yak and I'm on the dancefloor bumpin'
She's licking in my ear and, now I'm feeling faded
It's 11:35 and my homies still ain't made it

Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball

Now I'm on the dance floor with baby and, things is gettin' hectic
The big homey done erected, damn I've been affected
By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room
This ain't The Commodores but this brick house got me on zoom
Now I'm mackin' and struttin' and asking, "Baby wassup?"
My name ain't Everlast, but I can still make you jump
Let's, hop in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some trojans
We can do a little drinkin', and do a little smoking

When all of a sudden I start sweatin', my stomach starts bubblin'
I hear earl coming, I think I'm in trouble, I got baby on her titties
I guess there go my chances of gettin' with her phi phi
I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with
Long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin' on 40's
Now in the back of my own car curled up like a punk
'Cuz I got too high and I got too drunk

Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball

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Drunk On Shadows - Lyrics - Dark Light - Him

Title: Drunk On Shadows
Album: Dark Light
Artist: Him
Composer(s): Ville Hermanni Valo

Lyric:
Hiding underneath the veil of broken dreams
We find her weeping on her once white wings
She will be carrying the weight of our deeds
And she bleeds for love forever gone

Drunk on shadows and lost in a lie
Killing ourselves a kiss at a time
And devils dance while angels smile
Drunk on shadows and lost in a lie

Finding souls to feed
The night side of Eden
We see her struggling
For her love's last breath and walk off

Drunk on shadows and lost in a lie
Killing ourselves a kiss at a time
And Devils dance while Angels smile
Drunk on shadows and lost in a lie

She's blinded by the fear
Of life and death and everything in between
We smile when she cries a river of tears
A mirror we see nothing but a reflection of Heaven so far away

Drunk on shadows and lost in a lie
Killing ourselves a kiss at a time
And Devils dance while Angels smile
Drunk on shadows and lost in a lie

So alive
(Drunk on shadows)
So alive
(Drunk on shadows)
So alive
(Drunk on shadows)
(Drunk on shadows)
So alive
(Drunk on shadows)
And drunk on shadows

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I Ain'T Drunk - Lyrics - Deluxe Edition - Albert Collins

Title: I Ain'T Drunk
Album: Deluxe Edition
Artist: Albert Collins
Composer(s): Jimmy Liggins

Lyric:
Everyday baby, when the sun go down
I get with my friends, an' I begin to clown
I don't care, what the people are thinkin'
I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin'

(But you're so high)
Oh man, you know I ain't high
(But you're so high)
I just take a little bit, every now an' then

(But you're so high)
Aw man you oughta be 'shamed of yourself
(Stay drunk all the time)
Aw, c'mon now, I know ya'll do me like that

Come home last night, all lush
Baby get in a fuss, I said, "Honey, hush"
I don't care, what the people are thinkin'
I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin'

(But you're so high)
I ain't drunk, and I done told ya'all I ain't drunk now
Why ya'll doin' me like this?
(But you're so high)
Actually, I just haded fun, man

(But you're so high)
What? Aw no, I'm not
(Stay drunk all the time)
Damn, I don't know why you're all talkin' about me like that

You done the right thing, I wanna thank you, too
Now, let's have a little drink, just me an' you
I don't care, what the people are thinkin'
I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin'

(But you're so high)
Who me? I ain't high man
(But you're so high)
I don't know why you all talk about me like that

(But you're so high)
You've gotta mind your own business, brother
(Stay drunk all the time)
You, you oughta watch yourself too
You don't understand what I'm sayin'

I wanna tip you, baby, before I go
I'll be back tomorrow night an' drink some more
I don't care, what the people are thinkin'
I ain't drunk, I'm just drinkin'

(But you're so high)
Oh no, you the one drunk, look at yo' eyes, man
(But you're so high)
Don't you tell my old lady, now

Well I ain't had it
(But you're so high)
Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve
(Stay drunk all the time)

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Christmas In Hollywood - Lyrics - Hollywood Undead

Title: Christmas In Hollywood
Artist: Hollywood Undead
Composer(s): Johnny 3 Tears, Da Kurlzz Deuce Funny Man J-Dog Charlie Scene

Lyric:
It's Christmas in Hollywood
Santa's back up in the hood
So meet me under the mistletoe, let's fuck
It's Hanukkah in Inglewood
The dradles spinning in the hood
So meet me by the menorah, let's get drunk

Ho, ho, ho, merry Christmas

It's Christmas in Hollywood
Santa's back up in the hood
So meet me under the mistletoe, let's fuck
It's Hanukkah in Inglewood
The dradles spinning in the hood
So meet me by the menorah, let's get drunk

Just a little story about last Christmas
About some bad kids who were full of wishes
We gave some gifts and we gave some lovin'
The weird kind of love that you give to your cousin'

Little Timmy stole from 7-11
So we stopped by his house with a pair of sevens
We drank in his room with some dude named Kevin
But there was still some bad kids who deserved some presents

Zack got caught with a bottle of Jack
So we slipped down his chimney with an 18 pack
He didn't leave cookies but we needed a snack
So we took the beer back and I fucked him in the ass

It's Charlie Scene, got eggnog in my flask
The holidays are back and all my presents are wrapped
Like, oh, my God, is that Saint Nick?
Kids give me your list like it's the 25th

Been accused of being a bad kid
But I get presents as is
Mrs. Clause just Myspace'd me
I blew off a date on Christmas eve

So I don't give a fuck if your naughty or nice
You might still get a Rolly and a gang of ice
So write your list and never have no fear
Have a Hollywood Christmas and an undead new year
Fuck you

Now watch the language, ho, ho, ho

It's Christmas in Hollywood
Santa's back up in the hood
So meet me under the mistletoe, let's fuck
It's Hanukkah in Inglewood
The dradles spinning in the hood
So meet me by the menorah, let's get drunk

I'm 'bout to serve it up for for all you boys and girls
Good kids, bad and even Da Kurlzz
We were chilling at home and decking the halls
So I checked my phone and Santa had called

He said he'd swing by at a quarter to twelve
He said that his jolly ass needed some help
He said Christmas ain't a gang but a way of life
If you guide my sleigh, I'll let you fuck my wife

So we jumped in his sleigh and it started to jingle
Funnier than fuck you can ask Chris Kringle
So we all took flight but something was fishy
He asked for road ahead and started to kiss me

Underneath his suit was just a bunch of pillows
Instead of bags of presents, he had bags of dildo's
I pulled down his beard and it was a monster
It wasn't Saint Nick, it was a fucking imposter

When we found out he started to pout
I took my bandanna and I choked him out
I pulled off his beard and I fucked his mouth
Hijacked his sleigh and headed down south

I had a lot of wild nights but tonight was the craziest
Met a lot of Jeff's but this one was shadiest
When it comes to cheer that motherfuckers a Grinch
So if you don't like Christmas, fuck you, bitch

You kids are in big trouble, oh, boy, ho, ho

It's Christmas in Hollywood
Santa's back up in the hood
So meet me under the mistletoe, let's fuck
It's Hanukkah in Inglewood
The dradles spinning in the hood
So meet me by the menorah, let's get drunk
Let's get drunk

Let's get drunk, let's get drunk
Let's get drunk, let's get drunk
Let's get drunk

It's Christmas in Hollywood
Santa's back up in the hood
So meet me under the mistletoe, let's fuck
It's Hanukkah in Inglewood
The dradles spinning in the hood
So meet me by the menorah, let's get drunk
Let's get drunk

It's Christmas in Hollywood
Santa's back up in the hood
So meet me under the mistletoe, let's fuck
It's Hanukkah in Inglewood
The dradles spinning in the hood
So meet me by the menorah, let's get drunk

It's Christmas in Hollywood
Santa's back up in the hood
So meet me under the mistletoe, let's fuck
It's Hanukkah in Inglewood
The dradles spinning in the hood
So meet me by the menorah, let's get drunk

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Lost Horizons - Lyrics - New Miserable Experience - Gin Blossoms

Title: Lost Horizons
Album: New Miserable Experience
Artist: Gin Blossoms
Composer(s): Douglas Hopkins

Lyric:
The last horizons I can see
Are filled with bars and factories
And in them all we fight to stay awake

I drink enough of anything
To make this world look new again
Drunk, drunk, drunk in the gardens and the graves

She had nothing left to say
So she said, 'She loved me'
I stood there grateful for the lie

I drink enough of anything
To make this girl look new again
Drunk, drunk, drunk in the gardens and the graves

Turn summer trees to bones and ice
Turn insect songs against the night
With words we build and words we break
I'm drunk, drunk, drunk in the gardens and the graves

Maybe I could use you to reassure myself
I wouldn't wish this indecision on anybody else
I drink enough of anything to make this world look new
And when sin smiles, how could it be wrong?

The last horizons I can see
I now resigned to memories
I never thought I'd still be here today

I drink enough of anything
To make myself look new again
Drunk, drunk, drunk, in the gardens and the graves

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John Riley - Lyrics - Tim O'Brien

Title: John Riley
Artist: Tim O'Brien
Composer(s): Guy Charles Clark, Timothy P. O'Brien

Lyric:
John Riley came from Galway town in the years of the Irish hunger
And he sailed away to America when the country was much younger
Now the place was strange and work was scarce
And all he knew was farming
So he followed his other Irish friends to a job in the US Army

Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story
How some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory

Now they marched down Texas way to the banks of the Rio Grande
They built a fort on the banks above to taunt old Santa Anna
They were treated bad and paid worse, and then the fighting started
And the more they fought the less they thought of the damned old US Army

Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story
How some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory

Now when the church bells rang on Sunday morn, it set his soul a shiver
He saw the Senoritas washing their hair on the far side of the river
Then John Riley and two hundred more Irish mercenaries
And they cast their lot, right or not, south of the Rio Grande

Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story
How some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory

How they fought bravely under the flag of the San Patricios
Till the Yankees soldiers beat them down at the battle of Churubusco
Then fifteen men were whipped like mules
On the cheeks they were hot iron branded
Made to dig the graves of fifty more, who a hanging fate had handed

Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story
How some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory

Now John Riley stands and drinks alone at a bar in Vera Cruz
And he wonders if it matters much if you win or if you lose
"Well, I'm a man who can't go home, I'm a vagabond", says he
"I'm a victim of some wanderlust and divided loyalty"

Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story
How some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory

Adventure calls and some men run, and this is their sad story
How some get drunk on demon rum and some get drunk on glory

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Let'S All Get Drunk - Lyrics - Afroman

Title: Let'S All Get Drunk
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Let's get dumb, drink some rum
Make my teeth and gums feel real numb
We'll be thinking 'bout surviving
While we're drinking and we're driving

Hope I don't wreck when my vision gets blurry
Sober up looking at an all white jury
Judge don't like no drunk like me
Punk might give me strike number three

'Cause when I'm drunk and when I'm high
I don't give a damn 'bout a DUI
Let's just get lit, dance like a nitwit
Try to talk to the women that we can't get with

Me and my staff make everybody laugh
If the beer runs out, we can all go half
It's Friday night got the perfect weather let's get drunk together
Come on hoes

Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Check it out home boy
Bacardi, colt, 45, let's party, we're still alive
Tomorrow brings pain and sorrow, but tonight, we're all right
So drink that beer 'til your belly can't hold it
Tell the homeboys, we fittin' to get loaded

Rollin' through the ante-dope valley out there
Hope the cops don't smell that beer on my breath
'Cause if the sheriff catch a whiff of that fifth
It'll probly knock him stiff

Don't look dumb if my breath on hum
Stick your hand in you're pocket, please, pass some gum
So the cops can't tell my breath smell
We won't go to jail, we'll go to palm dale
With the beautiful women and the beautiful weather
We can both get drunk together yeah

Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Check it out home boy
Baby, I beg your pardon, but your outfit's giving me a hard-on
Maybe some way, maybe some how, you could dance with me
Right here, right now
Been lookin' at you all night long that DJ's playing my favorite song
Everything is splendid, don't mean no harm
Don't get offended when I pull your arm

I ain't felt this good since I don't know when
And I might not feel this good again
It's Friday night, beautiful weather, let's get drunk together
C'mon, y'all

Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a girl that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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Let'S All Get Drunk Tonight - Lyrics - Afroman

Title: Let'S All Get Drunk Tonight
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
Let's all get drunk tonight
(Hell yeah)
I hope, I don't fight with a punk tonight
(C'mon)
Let's all get high tonight
Maybe nobody will die tonight
(C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon)

Let's all sell yell tonight
(Sling yay)
I hope, I don't go back to jail tonight
(Not tonight)
Let's go to the club tonight
Find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Let's get dumb, drink some rum
Make my teeth and gums feel real numb

We'll be thinking 'bout surviving
While we're drinking and we're driving
Hope I don't wreck when my vision gets blurry
Sober up looking at an all white jury

Judge don't like no drunk like me
Punk might give me strike number three
'Cause when I'm drunk and when I'm high
I don't give a damn 'bout a DUI

Let's just get lit, dance like a nitwit
Try to talk to the women that we can't get with
Me and my staff make everybody laugh
If the beer runs out, we can all go half

It's Friday night
Got the perfect weather
Lets get drunk together

Let's all get drunk tonight
(Hell yeah)
I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
(C'mon)
Let's all get high tonight
Maybe nobody will die tonight
(C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon)

Let's all sell yell tonight
(Sling yay)
I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
(Not tonight)
Let's go to the club tonight
Find a woman that wanna make love tonight

Bacardi, Colt .45 let's party, we're still alive
Tomorrow brings pain and sorrow
But tonight, we're all right
Drink that beer 'til your belly can't hold it
Tell the homeboys, we fittin' to get loaded

Rollin' through the ante-dope valley out there
Hope the cops don't smell that beer on my breath
'Cause if the sheriff catch a whiff of that fifth
It'll probly knock him stiff

Don't look dumb if my breath on hum
Stick your hand in you're pocket, please, pass some gum
So the cops can't tell my breath smell
We won't go to jail, we'll go to Palmdale
With the beautiful women and the beautiful weather
We can both get drunk together

Let's all get drunk tonight
(Hell yeah)
I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
(C'mon)
Let's all get high tonight
Maybe nobody will die tonight
(C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon)

Let's all sell yell tonight
(Sling yay)
I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
(Not tonight)
Let's go to the club tonight
Find a woman that wanna make love tonight

Baby, I beg your pardon
But your outfit's giving me a hard-on
Maybe some way, maybe some how
You could dance with me, right here, right now

Been lookin' at you all night long
That DJ's playing my favorite song
Everything is splendid, don't mean no harm
Don't get offended when I pull your arm

I ain't felt this good since I don't know when
And I might not feel this good again
It's Friday night, beautiful weather
Let's get drunk together
(C'mon, y'all)

Let's all get drunk tonight
(Hell yeah)
I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
(C'mon)
Let's all get high tonight
Maybe nobody will die tonight
(C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon)

Let's all sell yell tonight
(Sling yay)
I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
(Not tonight)
Let's go to the club tonight
Find a woman that wanna make love tonight

Let's all get drunk tonight
I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight
Maybe nobody will die tonight

Let's all sell yell tonight
I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight
Find a girl that wanna make love tonight

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Drunk By Myself - Lyrics - The Lost Tapes - Nas

Title: Drunk By Myself
Album: The Lost Tapes
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Al West, Jean Claude Olivier, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Uhh, uhh, Where am I going?
Where am I? Where the hell am I? Yo, it's ill

Yo my wife's tired of fuckin' me life tries duckin' me
Luckily I find 'em just at the right time
Mack in my right arm, tequila bottle in my left arm like Cristian
Watching my life go, can't do myself in

Wolves in the night yo, hells men two revolvers I can let twelve spin
Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit
Buck-sixty, who wit' me? My cris, two well
Twisted blunts and inner conscience telling me that I ain't shit

No matter how much cash I sit with still gotta ask the lord for forgiveness
My precious, baby, girl, came like forty nights of rain
To replenish my adolescent brain
Blessed be her name, before her birth I was insane
So I drive to cool the pressure down, delay the pain

I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets
Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat
Though I took, that was to live, hope God'll forgive
As odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is

To maintain, bitches playin' games
Niggas snitchin', I ain't saying names
But y'all niggas better watch how y'all slang
Lost so many close niggas, drunk almost crashed

I'm going too fast, highway patrol will just flash
Lights in my rear view, if they stop me, I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead, yo nigga watch me

I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Prayin' no car speed by for me to crash to

Steering wheel in my hand, tryin' to hold it steady
Anythin' in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone, drunk by myself

Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once
Been in the shoes of a wolf in a night when he hunts
For every shell niggas bust, we bust at ourselves
Can't tell these niggas nothin' though

Bullets wak'em up well, take 'em to hell
Stick up niggas once ran up on me
My deckited lifestyle attracted sharks on me
I ain't your mark homey

It's hard to look straight, my foot on the brake
Spilling my bottle not even shook of the Jakes
Could hardly look both ways, put out the haze blurry vision
Think about the time in my life before I was on television

Hello women, jealous niggas up in my vision
Since we all hood niggas expect kilos
For what they not seeing is police expect Rico
Only if I could take care of everybody, intoxicated
Windows up blastin' AC going wherever instinct takes me
I hate it when I'm like this, the bottle's my accomplice

I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Prayin' no car speed by for me to crash to

Steering wheel in my hand, tryin' to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone, drunk by myself

The reason that I want to be alone
Tired of all the things that went wrong
That would have went right if I would have did it on my own
Take another swig, the more I drink, the more I think bad thoughts

Fake friends who hung around who wanna bring you down
Not knowin' who to trust, rumors about niggas comin' through
Supposedly to shoot at us, not knowin' what was true
Or what to believe, that's why I'm on the low lately

Choosin' a Henny bottle over a friend
Drivin' again to keep my mind off that weak shit
There's love through it all, things to live for
I swerve, almost crash into a wall

Think about the good, find myself laughin'
Turn the cell off, no way to be reached
Know I'm near my crib, trying to see my way through the streets
Reminded of the positive, I take my drunk ass home
Start feeling out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip
Bring my ass to the crib, I'm tired

When I'm drunk by myself, gun under the seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Prayin' no car speed by for me to crash to

Steering wheel in my hand, tryin' to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself all alone in the zone, drunk by myself

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At The Stars - Lyrics - The Good, the Bad and the Beautiful - Cherry Monroe

Title: At The Stars
Album: The Good, the Bad and the Beautiful
Artist: Cherry Monroe
Composer(s): Matthew John Tokarsky, Bryan Patrick Campbell

Lyric:
You know that I, well, I hate to say
But I think I want you in the worst way
And I'm too, too drunk to put up a fight
I've been taking punches all night
You're so predictable in every way
You're so predictable and I'm

Outside your house
Drunk and screaming at the stars, yeah
I'm outside your house
Drunk and screaming at the stars

You know I'm driving myself insane
I'm driving myself off your pretty plain
And I wish, I was you so I could see
Just what it's like to walk all over me
You're so predictable in every way
You're so predictable and I'm

Outside your house
Drunk and screaming at the stars, yeah
I'm outside your house
Drunk and screaming at the stars

Our teenage youth is over now
Our teenage youth is running wild
Our teenage youth is over now
Our teenage youth is running wild

I'm outside your house
Drunk and screaming at the stars
I'm outside your house
Drunk and screaming, screaming

Outside your house
Drunk and screaming at the stars, yeah
I'm outside your house
Drunk and screaming at the stars

Our teenage youth is over now
Our teenage youth is running wild
Our teenage youth is over now
Our teenage youth is running wild

Now, now, now
Now, now, now
Now, now, now
I'm drunk and screaming

Now, now, now
Now, now, now
Now, now, now
I'm drunk and screaming, screaming

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Let'S Get Drunk And Fight - Lyrics - Real Things - Joe Nichols

Title: Let'S Get Drunk And Fight
Album: Real Things
Artist: Joe Nichols
Composer(s): Aaron Lines, Aimee Mayo, Troy Verges, Chris Lindsey

Lyric:
Let me pour you a tall one
Come sit down next to me
Baby, you look so damn good
In those faded jeans

Well, I've been stoned cold sober
You've been cold as ice
Hey, I got a good idea
Let's get drunk and fight

Let's get drunk and fight
We'll keep the neighbors up all night
Now you can scream at me
And I'll make you cry

And when the morning comes
We'll make some make up love
While we apologize
But tonight, let's get drunk and fight

Have another Pina Colada
And get good and torqued down
If you need a piñata
Well, you can kick me around

You can insult my mother
And I'll question your past
It turns me on when you're pissed off
You look hot when you're mad

Let's get drunk and fight
Keep the neighbors up all night
Now you can scream at me
And I'll make you cry

And when the morning comes
We'll make make up love
While we apologize
But tonight, let's get drunk and fight

Yeah, let's get drunk and fight
And keep the neighbors up all night
You can scream at me
Oh, I'm gonna make you cry

When the morning comes
We'll make make up love
While we apologize
But tonight, let's get drunk and fight
Yeah baby, just tonight, let's get drunk and fight

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Drunk On Love - Lyrics - Cowboy Town - Brooks &Amp; Dunn

Title: Drunk On Love
Album: Cowboy Town
Artist: Brooks &Amp; Dunn
Composer(s): Darrell Brown, Radney Foster

Lyric:
Baby, take my car keys and put ?em in your pocket
Lord knows I got no business with them
I?ve been nursin? half a beer for half an? hour
The whole room?s spinnin?

My brain is actin' fuzzy but the vertigo I'm feelin?
Got nothin? to do with inebriation
That kiss that you just handed me, girl
It's a staggerin? revelation

Baby, I never drank that much
To get this high I must be drunk on love

I?ve been down on my knees before the porcelain throne
Sufferin? the wrath of the God of Tequila
After dancin? on a bar, doin' my very best
Cowboy ballerina

Baby, I never drank that much
To get this high I must be drunk on love
Baby, I'm flyin? on a stone cold rush
To get this high I must be drunk on love

I built a pyramid of beer cans on a bar top in Austin
Laid to rest in ?em like some ancient Egyptian
I can see well enough to know, baby
I?m gonna need a intervention

I never drank that much
To get this high I must be drunk on love
Baby, I'm flyin? on a stone cold rush
To get this high I must be drunk on love
To get this high I must be drunk on love

Drunk on love
Drunk on love

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Drunk Sincerity - Lyrics - The Gray Race - Bad Religion

Title: Drunk Sincerity
Album: The Gray Race
Artist: Bad Religion
Composer(s): Greg Graffin

Lyric:
The smell of virgin pages wafted through the swingin' doors
And the croakin' speech he'd heard from countries counselors before
They said, "We all care for you, we know how you suffer
But I know you can succeed, I used to have it so much rougher"

There's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes
It's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise
And like fools we trust the delivery but it's all just drunk sincerity
It's all just drunk sincerity

In maternal family assembly poised regarding the blue tube
The numbers crept up higher and the hawks stayed out of view
Then the generals said, "We don't want our boys dead
Your sons and your husbands will be comin' back heroes soon"

There's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes
It's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise
And like fools we trust the delivery but it's all just drunk sincerity
It's all just drunk sincerity

With steam, heat, and rhythm in the back seat of the car
And adolescent perspective projectin' life's forecast to the stars
You heard love from the lips and you were rapt by the hips
And the promise was eternal but you couldn't see that far

There's hope in the words and emotion in the eyes
It's so easy to be misled by the savvy gentle guise
And like fools we trust the delivery but it's all just drunk sincerity
It's all just drunk sincerity
It's all just drunk sincerity
It is all just drunk sincerity

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