Who's Been Drinking My Whiskey
I'm in a similar incident
To that three bear fairy tale
Cept Goldilocks aint here
She's in Fort Lauderdale
It aint my steaming porridge
That's vanished into thin air
I checked all my hide outs
Cant find a drop anywhere
Who's been drinking my whiskey
My memory's slightly misty
Who's been drinking my whiskey
There's six dead bottles
In my recycling bin
And it's barely a week
Since I did my shopping
my house must be haunted
Gotta be a ghost 'round here
He's probably unconcious
And grinning from ear to ear
Who's been drinking my whiskey
My memory's slightly misty
Who's been drinking my whiskey
Nobody been sleeping in my bed
Or relaxing on my comfy throne
I can't work it out in my head
How I'm in this fairy tale zone
