Smashed Again - Sloppy Seconds

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

Can’t 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 again