D.U.I.

Tune: Jingle Bells
By: Bob Blevins

Suckin' down a beer, feelin' pretty loose,
Just killed off a fifth. We're running out of booze.
I got Grandmas' keys. Let's go for a ride.
What fun it is to get so stinkin' drunk that you can't drive!

CHORUS: Oh! D.U.I., D.U.I., life is just a game.
Oh what fun it is to ride in someone else's' lane.
Oh! D.U.I., D.U.I., throw up on the dash.
We'd go to the liquor store but we ain't got no cash!

Sliding 'round the curve in Grandma's Cadillac,
She won't even notice if we don't bring it back. (She's old!)
Look at all the sparks flashin' from the side.
That guard rail sure is close. I think we're gonna die!

CHORUS: Oh! D.U.I., D.U.I., fearless guys are we.
Someone roll the window down. I really gotta pee.
Oh! D.U.I., D.U.I., ride up on the curb.
Hit that asshole on the sidewalk. It's too late to swerve!

Riding through the town, running every light,
And if we find some Arabs, we're gonna start a fight. (That's right!)
We would stop for breakfast but we just hit a truck.
Grandma's got insurance, so we don't give a *BELCH!*

CHORUS: Oh! D.U.I., D.U.I., cops are on our ass.
Watch me push 'em off the road as they begin to pass.
Oh! D.U.I., D.U.I., now we're goin' to jail.
(Slowly:)
Someone better call Grandma, so she--can--post--our--bail.

--- Line breaks added ------Jeff (PA)---