Imbibed quite high, can I hold it down?.
I've gotta wee, a number one.
I'm not the kind to hurl or chuck up, bust a splat,
Oh no-o-o-oh!

It's all the drinks I do, corn squeeze and Old Grand Dad
Rot gut and mountain dew, and drinks like rye whisky.

I shot down nine pink squirrels, two gimlets just like that,
Oh whoa-oh-oh-oh!

I'm fried so high and I'm rolling on,
I wanna be more numb than numb,
Numb more numbed.

Have a whirl "Juan Q" tequila brand,
How I take my cheer, when will I learn?

This sauce will blind for sure, you'll bite the dust quite flat.
Oh, whoa-o-o-oh!

I'm high and tight and I'm wholly gone,
Bar-tend give me a double rum.
Double rum, rum, more rum.

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Everclear junk juice, I'm in the can,
How I hate light beer, 'cause there's no burn.

I'm of a mind to hurl; I'll give up one big splat-at.
Oh no-o-o-oh!

Imbibed quite high, it's a golden dawn,
I'm ready for to slumber numb.
Slumber some, slumber numb.

I'm fried quite high; I'm so holy bombed,
I'm gonna need to slumber some.
Imbibed, I'm quite and I'm screwed beyond,
I'm gonna sleep like a lumbered log.
I'm tight so high...

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