Tommy Wallach Drunk
I got a giftFrom the bartender
The drink I bought for you, marked
'Return to sender'
I may be drunk
I may be sober
Scratch that, I'm drunk
Won't you come over?
I wanna tell you, oh-so-much, how much I love you
But I'm drunk
My faculties
May be a shambles
But that just means
There's no preamble
Oh, in vino veritas, I say I love you
But I'm drunk
I stumble in your general direction
The world's a whirling dervish
But I trip on myself trying to hide my erection
Why you make me so nervous?
Now I'm so drunk
That I can't stand
So I reach out
And take your hand
Say, 'Won't you lead me onwards upwards to the dance
floor?
We'll dance drunk
Oh, dance drunk with me!'
Now I hold you close to keep from fallin'
It's worth the worst hangover
And now your lips are softly callin'
Lord, I hope I never get sober
'Cause when I'm drunk
I'm Casanova
Well who'd've thunk
I'd win you over?
With such ease and bonhomie
I get to thinking
You must be drunk
So what, I'm drunk
Oh, let's be drunk
Pass me that bottle, I'm...
Drunk
