It's past 2 A.M. and I'm thinking 'bout you Just took my last sip off my last bud light brew I wanna keep drinking, what should I do They can't serve no alcohol like I said it's after two There's only one thing in my freezer It sits by itself just like me A frosty old bottle of Seagrams That reminds me of how it used to be I've never seen no psychiatrist, I've never seen no shrink But these lonely thoughts, they're all that I think And it feels so lonely, when I stand by that sink Gin and tap water is a lonely man's drink