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