Life's a Mess

If you're lost at sea and that Summer breeze just ain't blowin' Well keep rowin', 'cause I'm floating on out your way And I'm no Maitre d' but I'll make sure there's a little tea in the kettle While you settle your weary head down for the day What more can I say Baby, life's a mess but this mess is short So let's drown our pain in Minute Maid and call it a sport And when your back needs scratching, well, I solemnly swear That I'll grab the rake and I'll be right there (yeah, yeah, yeah) And if she caught your eye but your pickup lines are a little blurry Well don't worry 'cause I could be your wingman too But if you call me from jail 'cause you thought that girl's tattoo was in braille Hell no, brother shame on you But I can pick you up when your time is through Baby, life's a mess but this mess is short So let's drown our pain in Minute Maid and call it a sport And when your back needs scratching, well, I solemnly swear That I'll grab the rake and I'll be right there (yeah, yeah, yeah) May your khakis all be stylish And your coffee always Irish Darling when you close your eyelids You got a friend nearby (mm-mhmm) Baby, life's a mess but this mess is short So let's drown our pain in Minute Maid and call it a sport And if your back needs scratching, well, I solemnly swear That I'ma grab the rake and I'll be right there Yes, I'll grab the rake and I'll be right Well, I'll grab the rake and be right there