Boom...

This a song 'bout getting messed up

Just a little ditty 'bout getting drunk

Just a little song about getting crunk

This is a song 'bout getting messed up



The time has come to throw the gauntlet down

I'm going downtown to grab a bag of brown

I'm gonna stick my face in a pile of coke 'til I look like a clown

I'm gonna drink a bottle of Scotch until I drown



This a song 'bout getting messed up

This is a tune about getting crunk

Just a little ditty 'bout getting drunk

This is a song 'bout getting messed up



Just to give you some idea

I'm gonna shove a pile of drugs in a tortilla and eat



This a song 'bout getting messed up

Little tune about getting crunk

Little ditty 'bout getting drunk

This is a song 'bout getting messed up



The time has come to relieve a bit o' stress

Gonna smoke some crystal meth and hit the bench press

Gonna snort some bath salts and then debate

Whether to go down to Florida and eat somebody's face



This a song 'bout getting messed up

Little tune about getting drunk

Little ditty 'bout getting crunk

This is a song 'bout getting messed up



Just to give you some idea

I'm gonna stuff a pile of drugs in a tortilla

I'm getting more messed up than I need to

And I may wake up in Crimea

With gonorrhea



Solo!



I've been told to just say no

But that was before I drank an entire case of Merlot

I'm getting more messed up tonight than I need to

And I may wake up in Crimea with gonorrhea



Ate three percosets and 2 ecstasy

Crankin' the tunes in hi-fidelity

Enjoying vicodin in perpetuity

Lookin' forward to a pancreatectomy



... Just kidding...