Liquid Courage Lyrics by Jay Smith
I’m sure as hell that I’m not gonna drink tonight
I’ll have a diet *** and get to bed by nine
Get that 240 out and drive the boys around
I’m sorry, but I’m sitting this one out
God damn these line dancers
Silver boots and tank tops
Making my head turn
Guess one or two won’t hurt
Let’s make this Jack a double
Cold courage in a bottle
One more, and then I’ll take my chance
Boots stomping, causing trouble
Those small town super models
Last call, and I can barely stand
I’m gonna ask that girl to dance
One! For the waiter
Two! For the boys
Tree! For the girl, yeah we might get lucky
*** it! Everybody in the whole damn bar gets a bucket
Mechanical bull, I’ll ride
A pack of slim Vosges, I’ll light ‘em
Eightball of cocain, l’ll try it
I hate that guys shirt, let’s fight him
Money burns, make some more tomorrow
Guess I’ll never learn, another then won’t hurt
One more whisky soda
One ore, Jack and cola
One smoke, before I go, yeah
Last call, l’m way to sober
Oh no, she’s coming over
And I’m sweating through my shirt
Another then won’t hurt