it was yesterday,
not so long ago,
drinkin was lovely, it's tequila at night
there in the drunkness, with the radio, playin low,
and the bottles that we shared
with mix it was improved
just like an alky out of control,
till there was nothin left to drink
but really, what'd we prove?
and I remember the label said to me
too many drinks and you'll fall
and I remember thinkin, upside down...
wish I wasn't to fat
wish I wasn't so tall.

again it's gin,
first tequila, but now it's gin
and I know it's wrong,
to mix these two again

the night went slowly past,
and I my head was in the zone
surrounded by drunkards
I thought were my friends
found myself further and further away on my own
another headache on the way
and I'll need oh so many pills
I was livin to drink and drinkin to live
never worried about pukin,
the heaves or the chills,
drinkin eight sips a minute for most of the time
breakin all of the rules about gin
began to find myself searchin
tryin tequila again and again

again it's gin,
first tequila, but now it's gin
and I know it's wrong,
to mix these two again

well those mixers days are past me now,
I got some more gin I'm thinkin about
fresh limes, and new mixers,
some to put in, some to leave out

again it's gin,
first tequila, but now it's gin
and I know it's wrong,
to mix these two again
again it's gin,
first tequila, but now it's gin
and I know it's wrong,
to mix these two again
again it's gin,
first tequila, but now it's gin
and I know it's wrong,
to mix these two again