Who's doing shots of mouthwash? Who's puking up their dues?
Who's s******* on the top bunk? And who fell off their shoes?
Who's smashing up the longnecks along the firewall?
Who's busting rails and breaking wind in the bathroom stall?
We've worn out our welcome in every bar in town.
But before we get thrown out again, we'll burn this s***house down.
We know we ain't too pretty, and we know we're outta line
And we're outta luck, but who gives a fick, we never spent a dime!
Who's dancing with a bar rag? And singin' Elvis with the band?
Who's putting out their cigarrettes on the back of someone's hand?
Who's playing with a Zippo and a bottle of 151?
And who's going out for 'Loco when the new day has just begun?
Those were the times I treasure most, as screwy as they are.
Goin' out for days on end and stinkin' like a bar.
But then one got buried and another turned
Who used to be one of the slobs.
Now he's on the take and he's cutting off
'cause he says it's part of his job.
C'mon, buddy, what's the fuss?
You know you're still one of us.
Stop acting like a worried mom.
C'mon, Let's go wake up Tom!
We'll crank the jukebox up real high
And have one on the little guy.
What's said is said, what's done is done.
Now shut up, drink up, be someone! (repeat)
Those days are no longer.
They're over, dead, and gone.
We ain't allowed in one place.
And where the hell is Tom?
So let the tap flow freely and let the music play.
Let's have another round on Hank
'Cause he would've done it this way!
Who's s******* on the top bunk? And who fell off their shoes?
Who's smashing up the longnecks along the firewall?
Who's busting rails and breaking wind in the bathroom stall?
We've worn out our welcome in every bar in town.
But before we get thrown out again, we'll burn this s***house down.
We know we ain't too pretty, and we know we're outta line
And we're outta luck, but who gives a fick, we never spent a dime!
Who's dancing with a bar rag? And singin' Elvis with the band?
Who's putting out their cigarrettes on the back of someone's hand?
Who's playing with a Zippo and a bottle of 151?
And who's going out for 'Loco when the new day has just begun?
Those were the times I treasure most, as screwy as they are.
Goin' out for days on end and stinkin' like a bar.
But then one got buried and another turned
Who used to be one of the slobs.
Now he's on the take and he's cutting off
'cause he says it's part of his job.
C'mon, buddy, what's the fuss?
You know you're still one of us.
Stop acting like a worried mom.
C'mon, Let's go wake up Tom!
We'll crank the jukebox up real high
And have one on the little guy.
What's said is said, what's done is done.
Now shut up, drink up, be someone! (repeat)
Those days are no longer.
They're over, dead, and gone.
We ain't allowed in one place.
And where the hell is Tom?
So let the tap flow freely and let the music play.
Let's have another round on Hank
'Cause he would've done it this way!