'Oh Lord, Bombed Out of My Gourd!'

A song to hoist many liver demons to!

Verse:

 

I think I'll have another, what the hell?

Whether it's day or night outside, I cannot tell.

The tractor done broke, so much for the back forty,

may as well have another, make it a porty.

 

Pre-chorus:

 

Some very dark beer to match my dark mood.

Porter goes great with your deep-fried food.

 

Verse:

 

There's a honey giving me the eye,

I'm game, as long as she buys.

Just hope her husbands not the jealous type,

don't feel like dealing with a lead pipe.

 

Pre-Chorus:

 

My common sense has all gone away.

Choices made tonight will look bad in the light of day

 

Chorus:

 

Oh, Lord, Bombed Out of My Gourd!

But I don't care--I'll be the mouse that scored!

Barkeep, keep 'em coming till I fall off my chair,

and whatever she's having, sitting right over there!

 

Verse:

 

Tomorrow I'll regret this, that is if I remember.

Tonight, I'm going on a week-long bender.

Fine, call me a cab if you're worried, just keep the beer flowing,

cause I'm crying a river, until chunks I am blowing!

 

Pre-Chorus:

 

Funny thing is, I almost don't need a reason.

Any excuse will do, it's open-bar season!

 

Repeat Chorus:

 

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