Yeah Lisa's (Jon L.Sister) at the go-go and her motions
are in slo-mo cause' she's drinking down the line
and I'm starting to stagger cause my body's full of Jager but I'm telling you I'm fine
Now I'm tripping out the bar, stumbling into my car trying hard to make it home
My throat was getting colder as I'm noticing the rollers
Now I'm pulling to the shoulder and my head feels like a boulder.
I'm trying to speak my A-B-C-D-W-I party plates
I'm slurring trying to beg and plead
"Please don't give me party plates"
They're booking me and handing me my red and yellow party plates.
Now I'm crying at the DMV white knuckling my party plates.

Yeah Kyle's going clubbing and he's looking for some loving' in the back seat of his car.
After a little saki Kyle got a little cocky and got tossed out of the bar.
On his sad drive home Kyle heard a megaphone followed by those flashing lights.
As the cop approached the ride he invited her inside
and he asked her if she's looking for a reel good time.
You're hitting on a super-mom.
She's hitting you with party plates.
You still think that you're getting something yeah a year's supply of party plates.
The cuffs are tight and you're alright stamping your own party plates.
The laughter stops when you're on "cops" and you register your party plates.

I finally feel like I'm at home.
Stumble till I hit the floor
Leaving bruises on the door
Brain's missing another night
I'd rather get a D.U.I. than give up this life.

I finally feel like I'm at home.
Stumble till I hit the floor
Leaving bruises on the door
Brain's missing another night
I'd rather get a D.U.I. than give up this life

I finally feel like I'm at home.
Stumble till I hit the floor
Leaving bruises on the door
Brain's missing another night
I'd rather get a D.U.I. than give up this life