If you got a problem
With the girl I’m dating
Keep your piehole closed
And stop all your hating
I heard enough
Ain’t gonna hear no more
You better go home
And shut the front door
So quick to judge
So quick to condemn
Spend your whole life saying
How you’re better than them
I heard enough
Ain’t gonna hear no more
You better go home
And shut the front door
I made it this far
Without listening to you
Please take this dollar
And go buy a clue
I heard enough
Ain’t gonna hear no more
You better go home
And shut the front door
This place gets awful messy
when yer gone
Things ain’t in the places
they belong
The boys and me been stayin
up till dawn
And three of them are sleeping
on the lawn
if you gonna go
baby, let me know
i’ll hire me a crew
to do the things you do
several will get paid
a cop, a chef, a maid
a seamstress and a shrink
someone to hall away my stink
Things get mighty lonesome
when you go
Days are long and nighttime
lost its glow
The boys and me been raisin
Cain too long
Won’t you please come back
where you belong?
if you gonna go
baby, let me know
i’ll hire me a crew
to do the things you do
several will get paid
a cop, a chef, a maid
a seamstress and a shrink
someone to hall away my stink
Left in a hurry
And I’m feeling kinda mean
My cleanest dirty shorts*
Ain’t none too clean
Stomach’s full of empty
My hair’s a disgrace
Didn’t even get a chance
To wash my face
Keep diving deeper
But I still ain’t hit
The bottom of the bottle
Is it time to quit?
Had to leave me a woman
Crazier than sin
Getting out was so much tougher
Than getting in
She took all I got
And tied me to her bed
It’s wonder to behold
That I ain’t dead
Keep diving deeper
But I still ain’t hit
The bottom of the bottle
Is it time to quit?
I’ve seen the seedy side
Of every bar and saloon
I drank in every dive
From here to the moon
Got a thousand sordid tales
That I could tell
Shared shots with the devil
In the pit of hell
Keep diving deeper
But I still ain’t hit
The bottom of the bottle
Is it time to quit?
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