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from the pub to the club and across the land,
til' everyone i know has sumthin' wet in their hand.
whether woman or man, with a bottle or can,
frum the citys and sands to the bars they've been banned.
some ran, sum swam, some drove in a van.
drunk as i am the jam began,
we were pounding it back like it's part of the plan;
time for everyone to stop and take a drink where they stand
til every dollar is spent and yu forgot where yu went,
and i've said a bunch of things i never really meant
becuz we're always content with a sufficient selection
-just point me in the right direction.
i see the Royal Reserve and they are coming with tanks
and Captain Morgan made me walk the plank,
so forget the war, i'll never make it to the battle;
i'm going up 40 Creek and i dont have a paddle.
/i just aint drunk enuf yet.,no ma'am i'm far frum thru,
we all know its true -how do ya do? "how about yu?"
/i ain't drunk enuf yet.,. but soon i'll probly forget
and have a few more before i start the set.
then crash like a plane and smoke like a jet,
as the bassline bounces frum fret to fret.
chug until my palms swet, calling in a bomb threat,
fill me up until my ears get wet;
flippin like a fish gettin flanked in a net,
and i've done a few things that i'm gonna regret.
the Bacardi Bat became my brand new pet
becuz the Turkey went Wild and didn't make the vet.
and the Coors Light broads wouldn't take my bet
cuz Jim Beam pretends like we never met
but he don't remember how i paid that debt;
head spinnin round like russian roulette
until the drinks are on the floor with my squished cigarettes,
yeh you'll see how drunk we can get.,.
/aint drunk enuf yet .,. but yu know while i'm here;
i'll treat every hour like a brand new year.
put a Little Black Dress on my own bad habit
til Jack helped me chase the French Rabbit.
i heard the Fat Bastard sneeze and the buzz of 20 Bees
as the Sour Puss cat climbs the Malibu trees.
and did yu know on Cloud Nine the Funky Llama don't float?
when yu have enuf booze to sink the Eldorado boat.
like a Megalomaniac i've got to giv'er
with an apple martini and a half-assed liver
down a river of rum, between the whiskey on the rocks,
where the Naked Grapes grow and the Grey Goose flocks
so gimme one more -('glug ahh') woh!!
just drown the Baby Duck and let Jonny Walker know;
i've got courage in a bottle and a beer full of fridge,
and we can only hope to die half as well as we lived.
