Another song title swiped from a T-shirt slogan

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A T-shirt slogan inspired this tune....then Bryan called in the middle of the night...drunk on his ass, in jail, and thus we had our intro....

Well I was mindin' my business best as I could
Sittin' on my favorite stool
Drinkin' my whiskey and feelin' good
Wipin up a puddle of drool

Watchin' TV, I order a shot,
And I call my bookies phone
take my money, it's all I've got
Bet a longshot nag on the nose
break
Well that gum-legged sway-backed mule came in
And I won me a thousand bucks
Now you're drinkin' on me, your new best friend
Your pal with all the luck

Now there's women outside with protest signs
That say we shouldn't drink
So I down a shot and head outdoors
And tell 'em what I think…

We're drunks against mad mothers
A booze soaked society
DAMM Drunks against mad mothers
Why dontcha quit hasslin' me

Now I'm drivin' home on the sidewalk
Never thinkin' that I should quit
Got me a bumpersticker
Dial one eight hundred eat shit

I say take them signs and stick em
Up where that sun don't shine
You can be MADD all you want to
Keep away from my whiskey and wine

We're drunks against mad mothers
A booze soaked society
DAMM Drunks against mad mothers
Why doncha quit hasslin' me

We're drunks against mad mothers
Yes I'll have just one more
DAMM Drunks against mad mothers
We're crawlin' out the door

We're drunks against mad mothers
A booze soaked society
DAMM Drunks against mad mothers
Why dontcha quit hasslin' me

Drunks against mad mothers
Sleepin' on the floor
DAMM Drunks against mad mothers
Crawlin' out the door