i think i'm drunk enough to drive you home now

i'll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key

that's rusted firm, no lie

'cause all these conversations wind on and on...

drinking champagne from a paper cup

is never quite the same

and every sip's moving through my eyes

and up into my brain

at half past two; about time to leave

'cause the dj's playing rhythm and blues

a sad-sorry state, stutter step to those slammin' grooves

as i'm waiting around for you