I'm not that queasy
I'm not deranged
So I'll try to explain how I feel
That I still miss a buzz, after all that I've drunk
I must retrieve keys
All that you see is a fool who's on booze
Although he's confessed that he's fine
From six shots, and seven mug brews

No accidents will happen
My mind's not phased
Wouldn't sway all this time at the wheel
Looking out of the window
Seeing double the fun
So, my keys, free "em!
Chugging a round, and yet there's no spew
Cause nothing, distressed brain at all
My liver's infected it's true

Don't hide the keys, Angelina
The truth is I'm used to this booze
All through my college days
I grew resistance
I kept their premise
Weren't out of distance

And for my fortune
Went down the drain
It's liquor that went down these lips
Though it seems to the world I'm all they desire
Its just delusions
My films are pollutions like scientology
The answer was beer questioned, "Why?"
I've drunk brew, but give them to me

Don't hide the keys, Angelina

(Drunken Humming)

Don't hide my keys, Angelina
The truth is I need to leave you
Quite soon's another craze
Of film existence
Kept beer in thermos
Won't know the difference

Have I had too much?
Just hand them, whore, I am fed up
Away with you

Now, why the hell did you
Take them from me?
And now I flip the bird
A
Dieu

(Crescendo of drunken guys playing music)

Don't hide the keys, Angelina!!!!