You drink and drink
You never got a reason
But you put it on my tab
You put it on my tab
You take what you should've left
And leave what you shoulda grabbed
What drunk with any common sense at all
Would mix his beer and gin like that
You must really want to get it back
May I suggest a draught to help you digest
The sugar in that Boone's Farm wine
Or any other really cheap apple kind
What kind ofdrunk with any self-respect at all
Would give up on his friends that way
Would give in to the pressure's sway
I never asked you to swim
In that soupbowl of contempt
So full of wine and bar mop slop
Spilling on the girls
Like a bull in a china shop