Next Round

I woke up to my ringing phone
It was my friend Johnny Malone
He said «my heads hurting and I can’t remember
Must have been one hell of a bender
Opened my eyes on the bathroom floor
Not sure how I made it through the door
What in the world was I thinking
I swear I’m giving up drinking»
You were on a mission I was unaware
You started to order shots
And it was all down hill from there
You were dancing on the bar
You were playing air guitar
Yelling «Free Bird» at the band
Drank so much you could barley stand
Tried to kiss every girl you saw
Until one punched you in the jaw
We should give up drinking until we drown
At least until the next round
There was nothing but silence on the other end
Probably can’t go back there again
He didn’t know weather to laugh or cry
When he realized he had a black eye
Why didn’t you stop me when I was getting that bad
Last time I checked I’m not your dad
I knew you were having a bad day
Still didn’t know you had it that way
You were on a mission I was unaware
You started ordering shots
And it was all down hill from there
You were dancing on the bar
You were playing air guitar
Yelling «Free Bird» at the band
Drank so much you could barley stand
Tried to kiss every girl you saw
Until one punched you in the jaw
We should give up drinking until we drown
Better yet maybe we should leave town
At least until the next round
You were dancing on the bar
You were playing air guitar
Yelling «Free Bird» at the band
Drank so much you could barley stand
Tried to kiss every girl you saw
Until one punched you in the jaw
We should give up drinking until we drown
Bartender knew we weren’t messing around
Better yet maybe we should leave town
At least until the next round
At least until the next round
At least until the next round