Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time
Alright, alrightAlright, alrightAlright, alright, it's a helluva feeling thoughIt's a helluva feeling thoughAlright, alright, it's a helluva feeling thoughIt's a helluva feeling though
Who are these people?I just woke up in my underwearNo liquor left on the shelfI should probably introduce myselfYou shoulda' seen what I woreI had a cane and a party hatI was the king of this hologramWhere there's no such thing as getting out of handMemories tend to just pop upDrunk pre-meds and some rubber glovesFive-thousand people with designer drugsDon't think I'll ever get enough
Champagne, cocaine, gasolineAnd most things in betweenI roam the city in a shopping cartA pack of camels and a smoke alarm
This night is heating upRaise hell and turn it upSaying "If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe"Oh yeahDon't threaten me with a good time
It's a helluva feeling thoughIt's a helluva feeling thoughAlright, alrightIt's a helluva feeling thoughIt's a helluva feeling though
What are these footprints?They don't look very human likeNow I wish that I could find my clothesBedsheets and a morning roseI wanna wake upCan't even tell if this is a dreamHow did we end up in my neighbors poolUpside down with a perfect view?Bar to bar at the speed of soundFancy feet dancing through this townLost my mind in a wedding gownDon't think I'll ever get it now(Don't think I'll ever get it now)
Champagne, cocaine, gasolineAnd most things in betweenI roam the city in a shopping cartA pack of camels and a smoke alarm
This night is heating upRaise hell and turn it upSaying "If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe"Oh yeahDon't threaten me with a good time
I'm a scholar and a gentlemanAnd I usually don't fall when I try to standI lost a bet to a guy in a Chiffon skirtBut I make these high heels workI've told you time and time againI'm not as think as you drunk I amAnd we all fell downAs the sun came upI think we've had enough
Alright, alright, it's a helluva feeling thoughIt's a helluva feeling thoughAlright, alright it's a helluva feeling thoughIt's a helluva feeling though
Champagne, cocaine, gasolineAnd most things in betweenI roam the city in a shopping cartA pack of camels and a smoke alarm
This night is heating upRaise hell and turn it upSaying "If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe"Oh yeahDon't threaten me with a good time