Three in the morning and I gotta be someplace I don`t remember where Friends try to make me stay or call me a cab home I grab my keys and a beer
The cops they took my license away But I got my car out of impound today And I`ve been drunk since last Saturday You`d better stay outta my way
I drink and drive Feel so alive I`ll never take that dive Feel so alive I`m doing ninety-five I drink and drive I feel so alive I drink and drive
Early morning and the freeway`s deserted Like it`s all mine I`m trying to set a new drunken speed record But I can`t drive a straight line Flashing lights Split the night I`m tossing bottles as I swerve to the right Now I`ve slammed my face into the back of a big-rig At least you`ll never catch me you fucking pigs
Designate someone other than me I`m so drunk I can hardly see Another shot of Jager and I turn the key I got so many places to be
I drink and drive Feel so alive I`ll never take that dive Feel so alive I`m doing ninety-five I drink and drive I feel so alive I drink and drive
When I`m on a binge My friends all cringe They won`t drive at night 'Cause the way I tear up the freeway is such a fright
Compositor: Bryan Keith Holland (BMI)Editor: Round Hill Works (BMI)Administração: Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #14220661 em 06/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM