LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeJimmy, Brian and Mike
Yeah, woo, yeahFetch me a beer, manThe fuckin' Red Wings are playin'Ayy, the fuckin' Red Wings are playin', man, fuckShut up, man, you're gonna fuckin' make me miss the gameIt goes, one, two, three, fourRush room,Need more bleach, breathe more (Yo, I said)Reach for ether, either or (Either one)Markers, paint, inhale, faintYeah, heh, heh, smells great, hehAcid (Woah) , you don't got that? Just melt plasticThat's it, now let it smoke and smell that shitI can't see shit, you're foggin' up the roomGimme that shit, bitch, you're hoggin' the balloon (Hey)I might just suck nitrous all night longIf I just die, Mike, just call my mom (911)Greg can drink a whole keg through a funnelPut his foot through it and crawl in it like a tunnelFrom the 313 to the 810Hey, Brian, you ain't coverin' the rush holeYou're not doin' it right, pay attentionWho the fuck taught you to smoke? Bill Clinton?Come on, inhale, puff, pass, puff, passOkay, that's enough, damnGoddamn, dude, fuckin' calm down (Sorry)Look at you guys, you're makin' a mess, where's Jason?"Dude, I'm in the basement with JeffHe just dropped a bunch of weights on his chestHelp me get 'em off, " wait, you're breakin' his neck (Alright)You grab that end, dick, I'll grab this endI told him not to lift when he sniffs, he don't listenGet me drunk, let me go and get me high tonightJimmy, don't, Jimmy don't let me die tonightGet me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonightI just wanna get blown with Brian and MikeGet me drunk, let me go and get me high tonightJimmy, don't, Jimmy don't let me die tonightGet me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonightI just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike(Ch-) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and MikeI spilled beer on the carpet, the walls are drunk, you assholeI ain't leanin' on 'em, I'm holdin' 'em upShit, tonight, man, I ain't holdin' 'em upI'm openin' up shop to the cops and closin' it shutNineteen shots might seem like a lot, but it's notI ain't even buzzin', man, I swear to GodHe's gonna bark and Mr. Johnson's gonna come downstairs, and, ugh"Hey, I want some peace and quiet hereOr I'ma send the goddamn police in riot gear"Shut up, Mr. Johnson, don't even startGo have another fuckin' heart attack, you old fartI hate that guy, Brian, that's the hamperWhat's the matter, you can't go to the damn bathroom?"Sorry, I had to shit, dude, where's the tissue? "I don't know, just use this Xxl issueLook at this house, who put this couch crooked?Ow, stupid, you just stepped on my foot, now look itIt looks like I just stepped in a mud puddleYou fuckin' dick (I'm sorry) , shut up, buttholeYou prolly did it on purpose, you fuckin' drunk bastardHere, take your keys, go cruisin' up GratiotI hate you guys, you ain't my friendsLook what you just did to my mom's eight-by-tensNow she's gonna blame me, I hope you're happy nowParty's over, everybody get your asses outOut, I said outPut that beer down, outGet me drunk, let me go and get me high tonightJimmy, don't, Jimmy don't let me die tonightGet me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonightI just wanna get blown with Brian and MikeGet me drunk, let me go and get me high tonightJimmy, don't, Jimmy don't let me die tonightGet me home, Jimmy, don't let me drive tonightI just wanna get blown with Brian and Mike(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike(Ch-chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and MikeRonnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
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