The Mooney Suzuki
The Mooney Suzuki - Good Ol' Alcohol lyrics
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I remember back in high school getting' high was tons of fun Its much easier to score some weed than to drink before you're 21 At that age I thought alcohol was square, drinking just something old folks do Course if we got our hands on some, well hell, we'll drink like old folks too Its different now when you get older and you're getting on in your years I've become so much more civilized since moving on to spirits and beers So today if I wanna act an ass and gag, puke, stagger, and fall I'm gonna do it in the trusted hands…of good old alcohol That good ol alcohol One more before last call Can make you feel a mile high If you've been feeling small Yes, every now and then I call upon my friend That good ol, good ol, good old alcohol! When I was younger my thing was hippy drugs Like hashish, caps, and lids Had a dug-out with zoso written on Where I kept my one hitter hid Amphetamine just wasn't my speed And cocaine will make you go broke But man oh man, I sure could go for that marijuana smoke I'd use a bong, or bowl, or rollin' papers, or any other smoke components Then I'd rip right through two boxes of Little Miss' coffee cake covered donuts And if you found your self stranded with no paraphanalia at all You could always poke some holes through empty cans of alcohol That good ol alcohol finds you in the bathroom stall With your face inside the toilet, curled up in a little ball Yeah once you've done my friend, you'll come runnin' back again For some good ol, good ol, good old alcohol! The mescaline you scored at cheap's meadow looked like little candy nerds That shit'll make you crap your pants and backwards speak your words Ate an 1/8th of psychedellic mushroom at my buddy's girlfriends place Listened to ‘Lectric Lady land three times over again with a strobe light in my face Then there was LSD; some double dipped and some were window paine Some bart simpson, some blue unicorn, and…uh, some of them just plain. 12 hours later trying to get high on shakes, seeds, and stems will do fuck-all Only way to ease that come-down is with some good ol alcohol That good ol alcohol, when the doctor needs a call He may offer you some perkaset or even demoral Yet when you're high and dry, nothing else will get you by Like some good ol, good ol, good old alcohol! There will come one morning after when you will wake up and you will say Goddamn I'm getting' too old for this…what time is it and what day? Where are all my Goddamn clothes and where's my wallet, shoes, and keys Where goddamn hell am I and goddamn it hurts when I try to pee Now my liver's limp, synapses spent, and my nerve endings are fried Got through many a trying night, the kind where stronger men have died But I've seen it, smelled it, ate it, tasted it, Slid it, hit it, chased it, wasted it, puffed it, huffed it Dosed it, toast it, Rolled it n sold it n tin foil bowled it I've smoked poked, copped, popped Mixed, fixed, chopped, dropped Licked, kicked, toked n choked…weaked ‘n' peeked & woke n boke I've scored it and hoarded it…I've snorted it and sorted it I've Slipped it, lipped it, sipped it and roach clipped it I've cleaned it and fiended it, I've laced it and tasted it I've dipped it and chewed it, Zig zag and bambooed it I've cold turkey and restarted it I've discarded and bogarted it I've taken it and I've shaken it I've stirred it and I've slurred and blurred it all… And there ain't a goddamn thing I trust as much…as good old alcohol! That good ol alcohol…one more before last call Can make you feel a mile high if you've been feeling small Yes every now and then I'll call upon my friend That good ol good ol good ol alcohol That good ol good ol good ol alcohol That good ol good ol good ol alcohol …smoke ‘em if you got ‘em!