i stumble home as the sun comes up,
drunk as cooder brown,
puke still dribbling down
the key won’t fit, and out comes a “sh*t!”
car key, door key,
now who the h*ell has
moved my couch?!
ouch! that hurt!
as i hit the floor,
i’m laughing loud and hardy,
as i recall
“i’ve fallen and i can’t get up!”
laughter overtakes me and i say it again.
but i get up just the same,
can’t even remember my name,
and this sure ain’t no pretty picture.
never again, oh, never again,
i promise the porcelain god.
i swear, I swear – never again!
just, please, make it stop!
i sit there, gathering my composure,
stinking of gin,
i’ve felt like this before.
right: last weekend,
me and a no-count friend.
oops! here comes that ‘tini, again.
that one was apple.
wasn’t there a cherry one down there?
that’s the one that needs to come up for air.
one shoe off, lying on the bed,
one too many drinks in my head;
room still spinning,
and i’m still grinning at something that
wasn’t nearly that funny.
so, how much money did i spend this time?
i swear – if you make it stop,
i’ll never do this again.
please, oh please . . . make it stop!
copyright 2008 © blackstarr (aka freedom)
“Mama Told Me Not To Come” by Three Dog Night
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