Alright here´s a stupid song I wrote today
yeah
alright, ok this is called uh...
->would this be a world premiere?
yeah this is probably the first and last time you´ll hear this one...

ok this is uh...this is whiskey bottle - no this is called uh
whiskey-faced radioactive blowdryin´ lady or something

take out your whiskey bottle there
now you don´t even move out of your chair
your getting juiced up beyond belief
I can barely love you when your getting drunk all the time

you can get out a blowdryer and
blowdry the hair right off of your head
you can sauteé my dollar bills and feed ´em to the dog
while he´s watchin´ cable

if I catch fire by mistake, she´ll put out my face with a rake

and I shut my mouth before I even breathe

well I can barely touch you honey, cause you´re gettin´ drunk all the time
gotten radioactive tastebuds smeared across the rug
swallow the keys to the Chevy
you´re gonna weedwack your way to Memphis, yeah

everybody knows about your style, you got tin-foil wrapped around your smile
well you´re gonna give me a xerox of your buckteeth...
gettin....crap-faced all the time
yodelayeeoooyodelay...