Well, what can I say to all this, except…
How much tequila did I drink last night?It’s really anybody’s guess.Poured them so fast,I couldn’t keep them in the glass,But this morning I sure am a mess.My head is four or five times its normal sizeAnd I got this big old cactus stuck between my eyes.I can’t recall a single thing I did or saidOr the names of all these people sleeping in this bed.
Tell me how, tell me how, tell me how, tell me how,Tell me how much tequila did I drink last night?
How did I get these cuts and bruises all over my body?I must have fallen down somehow.I believe it had something to do with karate— It’s all coming back to me now.I was standing in a bar with King Kong’s cousin,He must have been seven foot three.His elbow gave me a bump, and so I said “Hey, chump,Would you like to step outside with me?”
My mouth is filled with cotton and my brain is sore.I left last night’s dinner on this morning’s floor.My stomach is swollen and my eyeballs shrunk.I drank so much that my hair got drunk.I see a big old worm about ten feet longHallucinating purple cows.Somebody moved the furniture while I was gone.
Uh oh, this is not my house.I could call us a taxi on the telephoneIf I only knew where we are.I guess I’m gonna have to drive myself back homeAs soon as I can find the car.