Friday night me and my boys had hit the streets (ooooh)
Well I passed out, got dropped at home around three (think I did)
I’m tryinta figure out (ah)
The drinks musta been pretty steep (yeah)
Did I spend it all bingeing
Can’t find my keys, car or receipt

I’m not trashed, but I’m tipsey
Give me some more please-Hennessey
Falling down to my knees
I won’t dare to drive, cause I’d just weave

I’m not ripe—I’m not okay
What the heck am I tryna say
Singing karaoke
Out of key
Is that Elvis Presley in my seat? (yeah, uh)

So I do this ev’ry single day of the week (yes I do)
Some band sings, I’ll have a shot or three
(Well hell-make it twenty three)
I’m dancing now with my friend
Wait this isn’t my friend (no)
Who is this up on me? Is Vodka messing with thee? (oooh)

So I drop down on the floor (I’m hurting my knees for sure)
Hey I dropped my drink (I won’t pout, won’t pout about it)
Glass is all on the ground (Icky-sticky)
Lights are looking strange (Where’d I set my shirt baby)
Hey you could you show me the door (I can’t see the door guy)
They said I have to leave (say yeah yeah yeah yeah)
I’ll be back around tomorrow ace (I’ll be back around)
Can’t drive I fear
I fear I would kill me

Was it really worth it going out like that (Tell me ooh)
Well for me it was, although I looked like an @$$ (yeaaaaaah)
See it ain’t no crime to go and have a little fun for Davey
I go out to forget the things that bug me (ooooooooh)

It's not lit, but I can’t quit (sure nough won’t quit)
I'm gonna get there real quick (get drunk oh so quick)
Left left left, right right right (to the left, now to the right)
Kick kick kick kick (kick kick kick)
now Turning clockwise (turning clockwise)

I can’t see, cause I’m tipsy (I can’t see, I’m tipsy)
Hey babe you look so sexy (I’m sexy, you’re sexy aaaah)
Pitbull on the speaker (J-Lo too)
Or’s that me? (Is it me???)
I don’t really care, just want good beats (don’t really care, just want good beats ooh)

Whats this line, oh yeah okay (I don’t know, It’s okay baby)
No one can hear me anyway (I can give a good rant)
Shake my butt, Help me please (Take care my drink bill)
Don’t you dare now (Hope I ain’t made babies)
Try to hustle me (oh oh oooooh)

Too much light, all in my face (ooh lord, owwwww)
Hey watch this line that I can trace (ooooo)
People all over me (Cause I’m hairy)
all on me (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
please don't be putting ice all on me (Ice is really cold, don’t freeze me)

(Whitney (Drunken Dave) Chorus are overlapping, but parts begin to become noticeable detached)

I move right, get out my way
I’m gonna back flip ouch, okay
On the floor, hurt my face
Put on YouTube
and ev’ry social place

Ain’t gonna be okay
Ain’t gonna be alright
Ain’t gonna be okey
Ain’t gonta beat a bite
Im gone ah babeasay
I’m fonna boot a kite
He He He he

Don’t sound right, get home okay
Getting a cab to make its way
Shake my butt all on you, ooh look trees
Why does being drunk resmeble having A.D.D. (OOOH SQUIRREL)

I’m onta been okay
I’m donna leave ah-iight
I’m notta-gon Olay
I’ve wait. . .
What do I say here
Don’t Judge me!
He he he he

I’m not ripe. . . but I’m okay
yeah Weeeee. . .shake your booty. . .