Excuse me
I need a little more money
Just a drink to score
But I can tell you honey
I need a hundred more
I gotta give myself
What I´m looking for
Gotta feed my head now, one´s for all
With two scary Bloody Marys and a Thunderball, baby
It´s gonna be alright now, baby
It´s gonna be alright, I´m doing fine

I said one, two, three and a little bit more
Oh, my God, I can´t, can´t find the door
I can´t find the door
I can´t find the door
I can´t find the door
I can´t stand straight
But I can think right
With my Frisco San Fransisco I´m still growing up
Mature all the way to the Lucifer cup, baby
It´s gonna be alright now, baby
It´s gonna be alright, I´m doing fine

I said one, two, three and a little bit more
Oh, my God, I can´t, can´t find the door
I can´t find the door
I can´t find the door
I can´t find the door
I ain´t want no Soda
And no female Ginger Ale
`Cause I need special treatment so I can go home
Maybe I´ll make it to the five o´ clock loan, man
It´s gonna be alright now, baby
It´s gonna be alright, I´m doing fine

I said one, two, three and a little bit more
Oh, my God, I can´t, can´t find the door
I can´t find the door
I can´t find the door
I said one, two, three and a little bit more
Oh, my God
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
Where´s the door?
Wait a minute honey
Oh, my God, yeah