Blues and the bottle, blues and the bottle Where do you think you're at, pretty mama? Blues and the bottle, blues and the bottle Where do you think you're at? Well, you kicked my dog, and now you ground my cat I'm gonna do spion bowling, I'm gonna do spion bowling You'll see my bullies running, pretty mama I'm gonna do spion bowling, you'll see my bullies run If I win eight fives, I'll give my baby some Well, I'm going to silly party, and I'm going to silly party And I'm sorry, but I can't take no, pretty mama And I'm going to silly party, and I'm sorry, but I can't take no Well, I don't want no woman who goes around slipping through *
