She's a beauty, but she's got rabies Hey Buddy, where'd you get your date? I think you'd better get back to the zoo Before it gets too late I'm sorry, Mr. Weightlifter Man; I guess I have no defense It's just the things you do when you're drinking Oh, they seem to make so much sense I'm ready. Hey, let's get a tattoo I want a great big anchor on my chest Or maybe that heart that says I Love Mary Oh, I think I like that one the best I'm sorry, Linda I guess I have no defense It's just the things you do when you're drinking Oh, they seem to make so much sense BRIDGE: Now we've been having ourselves one hell of a night We've been drinking since early this morning That tequila, rum, wine and beer all mixed up together Sort of sneaks up without much warning And I know I really should go home; Hell, It's quarter till three Do another shot of Wild Turkey? Well now, that makes sense to me Hey baby, can I come over? Yeah, I know it's four–thirty But hey, just think of it as a date for tonight And I'm stopping by just a little bit early, yeah I'm sorry Mr. Jones – I didn't catch your voice I guess I have no defense It's just the things that you do when you're drinking Oh, they seem to make so much sense BRIDGE: Pull over! Walk a straight line! Now what kind of game is this? I wasn't weaving; I was trying to dodge an armadillo back there And I bet his armadillo family is sure glad I missed Well, I'm sorry Mr. Ociffer Man; I guess I have no defense It's just the things that you do when you're drinking Oh, they seem to make so much sense Yeah, it's just the things that you do when you're drinking, oh They seem to make so much sense