Well,
I might get high on Saturday night
and decide to drag my eye to town.
I find me a cute, loose, quick game of pool
to whoever just might be round.
And after I'm done,
let the evil ex-fiancee have it all,
but knock back and drink down.
I call my ex-wife,
tell her how great my life is,
and she drives me home from town.
And it's getting so bad,
man,
I can't go into town just
to have him drink.
Get by the cocks and the mule,
dear,
and of course,
there's you,
dear,
telling me just what to think.
Well,
I could stay home,
do my drinking alone,
I suppose it'd be better that way.
My bar and companions would be understanding
and probably glad for a change.
But to tell you the truth,
I'm too long in the tooth to start changing my old evil way.
So before your next rebuke,
there's a shot I'd like to shoot,
and you might too if you're
planning to stay.
And it's getting so bad,
man,
I can't go into town just to have him drink.
Get by the cocks and the mule,
dear,
and of course,
there's you,
dear,
telling me just
what to think.
Well,
it's getting so bad,
man,
I can't go into town
just to have him drink.
Get by the cocks and the mule,
dear,
and of course,
there's you,
dear,
telling me just what to think.
Keep on telling me just what to think.