Talkin' G Street Drunk

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Let me tell you a story about a heavy drunk.

This is all about a virgin and a high school punk.

My mind was swimmin’ when it damn near sunk

And I ended up under the bunk with a couple of women.

Ba ba bah ba bah bah, bah ba bah ba bah, ba ba bah bah bah,  bah bah bah.

 

One was the sister of a pretty good friend

And the other one’s old man was the screamin’ end.

I knew it was gettin’ too late to pretend.

I said somethin’s bound to happen.  In the end I took ‘em both home

 

Then in walked my neighbor.  Now this dude’s cool.

He understands all of my rules

He’s been around the block an’ he’s hard to fool.

He went to college, not to mention school and besides that, he’s educated.

 

Well this plastered chick was writhin’ on the floor

Screamin’, “I’ve never been drunk before.

My foster parents will call me a whore.”

I said, “What the Hell would they do that for?  You ain’t never been bought.”

 

Then this loud mouthed punk too drunk to see

He starts explainin’ death to me.

He’s got a high school diploma though he flunked PE

And one look at the guy it’s not too hard to see just how that could be.

 

Well the room was filled with guitar sounds

And  I kept sluggin’ that red wine down

‘Til the highest I could get was flat on the ground.

My head was reelin’ and a rollin’ around I passed out cold.

 

I woke up the next mornin’ figurin’ that was all a dream.

Then the gray matter in my brain started tom scream.

My thoughts got cloudy and my head felt reamed

So if it all didn’t happen how it later seemed, I’m not worried.  It’ll happen again.

 

© 1969 - RDT