i***@invalid.invalid
2009-07-30 16:48:07 UTC
Could have been the whiskey, might have been the gin
Could have been three or four six-packs
I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in
My head is like a football, I think I'm gonna die
Tell me, me oh me oh my
Wasn't that a party?
Someone took a grapefruit and wore it like a hat
I saw someone under my kitchen table, talking to my old tom cat
They were talking about hockey and the cat was talkin' back
Along about then everything went black
But wasn't that a party?
I'm sure it's just my memory playin' tricks on me
But I think I saw my buddy cuttin' down my neighbour's tree
Could have been the whiskey, might have been the gin
Could have been three or four six-packs
I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in
My head is like a football, I think I'm gonna die
Tell me, me oh me oh my
Wasn't that a party?
Old Billy Joe and Tommy, well they went a little far
They were sitting in my backyard blowing on the siren in somebody's police
car
So you see, your honour
It was all in fun
That little bitty track meet down on main street
Was just to see if the cops could run
Well, they run us in to see you
In an alcoholic haze
I can sure use those thirty days - to recover from the party
yay!
Could have been three or four six-packs
I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in
My head is like a football, I think I'm gonna die
Tell me, me oh me oh my
Wasn't that a party?
Someone took a grapefruit and wore it like a hat
I saw someone under my kitchen table, talking to my old tom cat
They were talking about hockey and the cat was talkin' back
Along about then everything went black
But wasn't that a party?
I'm sure it's just my memory playin' tricks on me
But I think I saw my buddy cuttin' down my neighbour's tree
Could have been the whiskey, might have been the gin
Could have been three or four six-packs
I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in
My head is like a football, I think I'm gonna die
Tell me, me oh me oh my
Wasn't that a party?
Old Billy Joe and Tommy, well they went a little far
They were sitting in my backyard blowing on the siren in somebody's police
car
So you see, your honour
It was all in fun
That little bitty track meet down on main street
Was just to see if the cops could run
Well, they run us in to see you
In an alcoholic haze
I can sure use those thirty days - to recover from the party
yay!