I shook my troubles with some dry vermouth,
I got some tipsy, I was so uncouth,
I spilled a drop down on my new rug so fine,
You couldn't get it out if you used a claymore mine.

Those scrubbing bubbles and old Mr. Clean,
You know that skin head with the gold ear-ing?
Cannot wet mop 'round a dirty stain of wine,
Perhaps a small bottle of formula 409.

I got myself into an awful fix,
Those other cleaners can just hit the bricks
I fetched the palmolive 'twas such a tragic sign
That's when I yelled 'oh yoy', might as well been iodine

So profound, I can't rebound, I'm right on the brink,
I have just got to fix it and get back in the pink,
I held up the turpentine and was tryin' to think,
Go get the hose, I did surmise, why did I drink?

I bought every cleaner in the store outright,
I started cleanin' up that ugly sight,
And when I popped the top on that old 409,
It removed that ugly stain from that brand new rug of mine!

I shook my troubles with some dry vermouth,
I got some tipsy, I was so uncouth,
I spilled a drop down on my new rug so fine,
You couldn't get it out if you used a claymore mine

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