On the Rocks
Cosmo's lose their taste when you're serving them yourself
Use my brain to judge the remains of what's on the top shelf
Roll my eyes, sigh, as I pour and pour
Got a loser throwing up all over the floor
This is growing up, what I worked so hard for
This guy and my degree, face it
Both of them are truly wasted
I'm living life on the rocks
Trapped in my bar room box
C'mon, tell
Me your life story
I'm living life on the rocks
Beer on tap that talks
Tip me well
I'm yours till the morning
A famous actor in the corner giving some blonde kisses
I read the gossip rags so I'm aware it's not his missus
Slips me a tip while starin' at my tits
Let the dim-lit adultery
Continue on my shift
Doesn't give a shit to me
Funny, he plays a queer on TV
Want a double, just say the word
You like it shaken, not stirred
That's the drink that Bond preferred
That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard
I'm living life on the rocks
Trapped in my barroom box
C'mon, tell
Me your life story
I'm living life on the rocks
Beer on tap that talks
Tip me well
I'm yours till the morning
If you've got the goods I've got the time
Lick the salt onto my wrist and hand you a lime
Any takers among the fakers?
Shaking my martini shakers
I'll have you and you'll have Maker's
Gotta make the night go by quicker
A girl wants love but all I've got is liquor
Want it stronger, just tell me when
I like it how I like my men
Never get attention like this again
I oughtta find a better job, but til then...
I'm living life on the rocks
Trapped in my bar room box
C'mon, tell
Me your life story
I'm living life on the rocks
Stuck with drunk nighthawks
What the hell
At least it's never boring
Saturday, February 24, 2007
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