I remember back in high school getting' high was tons of fun
Its much easier to score some weed than to drink before you're 21
At that age I thought alcohol was square, drinking just something old folks do
Course if we got our hands on some, well hell, we'll drink like old folks too
Its different now when you get older and you're getting on in your years
I've become so much more civilized since moving on to spirits and beers
So today if I wanna act an a** and gag, puke, stagger, and fall
I'm gonna do it in the trusted hands...of good old alcohol
That good ol alcohol
One more before last call
Can make you feel a mile high
If you've been feeling small
Yes, every now and then
I call upon my friend
That good ol, good ol, good old alcohol!
When I was younger my thing was hippy drugs
Like hashish, caps, and lids
Had a dug-out with zoso written on
Where I kept my one hitter hid
Amphetamine just wasn't my speed
And cocaine will make you go broke
But man oh man, I sure could go for that marijuana smoke
I'd use a bong, or bowl, or rollin' papers, or any other smoke components
Then I'd rip right through two boxes of Little Miss' coffee cake covered donuts
And if you found your self stranded with no paraphanalia at all
You could always poke some holes through empty cans of alcohol
That good ol alcohol finds you in the bathroom stall
With your face inside the toilet, curled up in a little ball
Yeah once you've done my friend, you'll come runnin' back again
For some good ol, good ol, good old alcohol!
The mescaline you scored at cheap's meadow looked like little candy nerds
That s***'ll make you c*** your pants and backwards speak your words
Ate an 1/8th of psychedellic mushroom at my buddy's girlfriends place
Listened to 'Lectric Lady land three times over again with a strobe light in my face
Then there was LSD; some double dipped and some were window paine
Some bart simpson, some blue unicorn, and...uh, some of them just plain.
12 hours later trying to get high on shakes, seeds, and stems will do f***-all
Only way to ease that come-down is with some good ol alcohol
That good ol alcohol, when the doctor needs a call
He may offer you some perkaset or even demoral
Yet when you're high and dry, nothing else will get you by
Like some good ol, good ol, good old alcohol!
There will come one morning after when you will wake up and you will say
g****** I'm getting' too old for this...what time is it and what day?
Where are all my g****** clothes and where's my wallet, shoes, and keys
Where g****** hell am I and g****** it hurts when I try to pee
Now my liver's limp, synapses spent, and my nerve endings are fried
Got through many a trying night, the kind where stronger men have died
But I've seen it, smelled it, ate it, tasted it,
Slid it, hit it, chased it, wasted it, puffed it, huffed it
Dosed it, toast it, Rolled it n sold it n tin foil bowled it
I've smoked poked, copped, popped
Mixed, fixed, chopped, dropped
Licked, kicked, toked n choked...weaked 'n' peeked & woke n boke
I've scored it and h***ded it...I've snorted it and sorted it
I've Slipped it, lipped it, sipped it and roach clipped it
I've cleaned it and fiended it, I've laced it and tasted it
I've dipped it and chewed it, Zig zag and bambooed it
I've cold turkey and restarted it
I've discarded and bogarted it
I've taken it and I've shaken it
I've stirred it and I've slurred and blurred it all...
And there ain't a g****** thing I trust as much...as good old alcohol!
That good ol alcohol...one more before last call
Can make you feel a mile high if you've been feeling small
Yes every now and then I'll call upon my friend
That good ol good ol good ol alcohol
That good ol good ol good ol alcohol
That good ol good ol good ol alcohol
...smoke 'em if you got 'em!
Its much easier to score some weed than to drink before you're 21
At that age I thought alcohol was square, drinking just something old folks do
Course if we got our hands on some, well hell, we'll drink like old folks too
Its different now when you get older and you're getting on in your years
I've become so much more civilized since moving on to spirits and beers
So today if I wanna act an a** and gag, puke, stagger, and fall
I'm gonna do it in the trusted hands...of good old alcohol
That good ol alcohol
One more before last call
Can make you feel a mile high
If you've been feeling small
Yes, every now and then
I call upon my friend
That good ol, good ol, good old alcohol!
When I was younger my thing was hippy drugs
Like hashish, caps, and lids
Had a dug-out with zoso written on
Where I kept my one hitter hid
Amphetamine just wasn't my speed
And cocaine will make you go broke
But man oh man, I sure could go for that marijuana smoke
I'd use a bong, or bowl, or rollin' papers, or any other smoke components
Then I'd rip right through two boxes of Little Miss' coffee cake covered donuts
And if you found your self stranded with no paraphanalia at all
You could always poke some holes through empty cans of alcohol
That good ol alcohol finds you in the bathroom stall
With your face inside the toilet, curled up in a little ball
Yeah once you've done my friend, you'll come runnin' back again
For some good ol, good ol, good old alcohol!
The mescaline you scored at cheap's meadow looked like little candy nerds
That s***'ll make you c*** your pants and backwards speak your words
Ate an 1/8th of psychedellic mushroom at my buddy's girlfriends place
Listened to 'Lectric Lady land three times over again with a strobe light in my face
Then there was LSD; some double dipped and some were window paine
Some bart simpson, some blue unicorn, and...uh, some of them just plain.
12 hours later trying to get high on shakes, seeds, and stems will do f***-all
Only way to ease that come-down is with some good ol alcohol
That good ol alcohol, when the doctor needs a call
He may offer you some perkaset or even demoral
Yet when you're high and dry, nothing else will get you by
Like some good ol, good ol, good old alcohol!
There will come one morning after when you will wake up and you will say
g****** I'm getting' too old for this...what time is it and what day?
Where are all my g****** clothes and where's my wallet, shoes, and keys
Where g****** hell am I and g****** it hurts when I try to pee
Now my liver's limp, synapses spent, and my nerve endings are fried
Got through many a trying night, the kind where stronger men have died
But I've seen it, smelled it, ate it, tasted it,
Slid it, hit it, chased it, wasted it, puffed it, huffed it
Dosed it, toast it, Rolled it n sold it n tin foil bowled it
I've smoked poked, copped, popped
Mixed, fixed, chopped, dropped
Licked, kicked, toked n choked...weaked 'n' peeked & woke n boke
I've scored it and h***ded it...I've snorted it and sorted it
I've Slipped it, lipped it, sipped it and roach clipped it
I've cleaned it and fiended it, I've laced it and tasted it
I've dipped it and chewed it, Zig zag and bambooed it
I've cold turkey and restarted it
I've discarded and bogarted it
I've taken it and I've shaken it
I've stirred it and I've slurred and blurred it all...
And there ain't a g****** thing I trust as much...as good old alcohol!
That good ol alcohol...one more before last call
Can make you feel a mile high if you've been feeling small
Yes every now and then I'll call upon my friend
That good ol good ol good ol alcohol
That good ol good ol good ol alcohol
That good ol good ol good ol alcohol
...smoke 'em if you got 'em!