Yeah, we're spilling beers right and left.
We got trouble in River City.
That's the spell of T,
which rhymes with B,
which stands for beer.
Shake the hand,
shake the hand of an honest drunk.
The farmer,
he got plowed.
The bricklayer got plastered.
The mechanic, he got tanged.
And the construction worker got blasted.
And Daddy beat up Mommy and broke her collarbone.
For good luck.
And everybody's drunk.
And everybody's wasting.
And everybody's drinking
off the job.
The garbage man got trashed.
The janitor got messy.
The taxi driver got
smashed.
And the waitress, yeah, she got tipsy.
Kansas City, New York City, great big city.
Itty bitty city.
Now everybody's drunk.
And everybody's wasting.
And everybody's drinking
off the job.
There's a whole lot of places that I ain't been.
A whole lot of things that I ain't seen.
A whole lot of things I'll never be.
The generation that will change the
world is still looking for its car key.
Look at how he's drunk.
What did you have tonight, Steve?
The terrorist got bombed.
The president got hit.
Security was tied.
Yeah, the Secret Service got lit.
The FBI,
the CIA,
DWI,
USA.
Everybody's drunk.
And everybody's wasting.
And everybody's stoned.
There's nothing that's gonna change it.
Cause everybody's drunk.
And everybody's wasting.
And everybody's drinking off the job.
I've got to call my mom and tell her I got a job.
Bottle of wine,
fruit of the vine.
When you gonna let me get sober?
Leave me alone,
let me go home.
Let me go home and start over.
I'm riding around this dirty old town.
Playing for nickels and dimes.
Times get tough, I ain't got enough.
So buy me a bottle of wine.
Oh, bottle of wine, fruit of the vine.
When you gonna let me get sober?
Leave me alone,
let me go home.
Let me go home and start over.
I thought you guys knew that song.
I'm riding around this dirty old town.
Long distance information,
give me Memphis,
Tennessee.
Help me find the party,
try to get in touch with me.
She did not leave her number,
but I know the place to call.
Cause my uncle took the message and he wrote it on the wall.
Help me information, get in touch with my Marie.
But she's the only one who'd call me here from Memphis,
Tennessee.
Her home is on the south side,
high above a ridge.
Just a half mile from the Mississippi Bridge.
I love Memphis.
Look out!
All right, next one now.
Well,
the last time I saw Marie,
I was waving her goodbye.
Her home dry,
soft as teardrops trickled from her eye.
But we were torn apart because her ma did not agree.
And tore apart our happy home in Memphis,
Tennessee.
Well,
help me information,
more than that I cannot have.
Only that I miss her and all the fun we had.
Marie is only six years old.
Information, please,
try to put me through to her
in Memphis, Tennessee.
I'm talking about Memphis.
That's where the king lived.
Maybe I'll bring up the next one.
Get on.
Two, three, four.
Steve Phillips on the lead guitar.
Rich Ruth on the bass guitar.
Pat Tomic on the drums.
I'm Bob Walking Horse.
And I'm drinking.
Yes, I'm drinking.
Baby, I'm drinking.
Singing on the top.
I always wonder what that last chord was.