Drunk Reggie Miles © 2004 On Monday we get plastered with martinis till we're lewd On Tuesday we go to the pub and drink beer until we're screwed On Wednesday we hang at the bar and down too many keggers On Thursday we're found at the lounge test hopping liquor flavors On Friday evening we begin our weekend drinkathon On Saturday we celebrate by getting shit faced all day long On Sunday we slow down a bit and sip wine until we're feelin' no pain Because tomorrow is the day we get to start all over again And we'll get pickled, pissed, plowed, parboiled, polluted to the gills, And we'll get sloppy, smashed, soaked, and stewed until we've had our fills And we'll get tangle footed, tight as a drum, and three sheets to the wind And tomorrow is the day that we'll get drunk all over again On Monday we get rummy with Bicardi till we stammer On Tuesday we go pubbin' and guzzle Guiness till we're hammered On Wednesday we hang at the bar, slammin' down the Yeagers On Thursday we're found at the lounge with Johnny Walker's favors On Friday morning we begin our drinkend week-a-thon On Saturday we celebrate with Jack Daniels all day long On Sunday we slow down a bit and sip Smirnoff till we're feelin' no pain Because tomorrow is the day we get to start all over again And we'll get tipsy, totaled, tanked up, toasted till we've had enough And we'll get wobbly, well oiled, wrecked, and wasted, wiped out, from the stuff And we'll get lit up, loaded, fallin' down, feelin' it, and then Tomorrow is the day that we'll get drunk all over again And we'll get liquored up, over the limit, looped, and lubricated We'll get ripped, embalmed, sauced and then thoroughly marinated We'll be seein' double, blind, and glazed and dazed till who knows when And tomorrow is the day we get to start all over again Oh tomorrow is the day that we'll get drunk all over again
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