....This is how we used to make the party start
We used to,
mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark
And when it,
kicks in you can hardly talk
And by the,
sixth gin you gon' probably crawl
And you'll be,
sick then and you'll probably barf
And my pre-,
Diction is you gon' probably fall
Either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall
And every-,
Things spinning
You're beginnin'
to think women,
Are swimming
in pink linen,
again in the sink
Then in,
a couple of minutes that bottle of Guinness is finished
You are now allowed to officially slap bitches
You have the right to remain violent and start wilin'
Start a fight with the same guy that was smart-eyein' you
Get in your car, start it, and start drivin'
Over the island and cause a 42-car pile-up
Earth calling, pilot to co-pilot
Looking for life on this planet, sir, no sign of it
All I can see is a bunch of smoke flyin'
And I'm so high that I might die if I go by it
Let me out of this place
I'm outta place
I'm in outer space
I've just vanished without a trace
I'm going to a pretty place
Now where the flowers grow
I'll be back in an hour or so
