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 sauteÃÆ'© 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...