Wasn't That a Party

Could-a been the whisky, might-a been the gin
Could-a been the three or four six packs, I don’t know
But won’t you look at the mess I’m in
A head like a football, I think I’m going to die
But tell me, a-me oh, me oh my
Wasn’t that a party
Someone had a grapefruit, wore it like a hat
I saw someone under my kitchen table, talking to an old tomcat
He were talking about football
The cat was talking back
Along about then everything went black
Wasn’t that a party
I’m sure it’s just my memory
Playing tricks on me
But I believe I saw my buddy
Sittin' up in my neighbour’s tree
He was singin' a folk song
Sounded pretty good
Woulda sounded better if his wife hadn’t made such a racket
Choppin' up my neighbour’s wood
I think it was his wood pile
It could’ve been his door
I know she musta got three or four
But wasn’t that a party
Bill, and Joe and Tommy
Went a little far
They were sitting in the front yard
Blowing on the siren
Of somebody’s police car
And so you see, Your Honour
It was all in fun
That little bitty track meet down on main street
Was just to see if the cops could run
They run us in to see you
In an alcoholic haze
And I sure can use those thirty days
But wasn’t that a party
They run us in to see you
In an alcoholic haze
And I sure can use those thirty days
But wasn’t that a party