I'm out of my mind with this song
Gettin' wasted, gettin' wasted
I got a six -pack, I ice -cold sparks
Gettin' wasted, gettin' wasted
My boss thinks I'm a jerk
The customers think I'm worse
My friends show up in the truck
They want me to go to the
Hey man, my little sister gets you
She might even give you some work
My girlfriend ain't no friend of me
The customer's always the enemy
I could go home and get married
I got a bottle of hoochie
by the nails for the scale
Got a bag of crank by the propane tank
You know I'm wasted at work.
about a padded toilet seat.
Some bag of rags I'm huffing.
Don't need to go to the keg
Shooby, shooby dum dum dum
Shooby, shooby dum dum dum
Shooby, shooby dum dum dum