Friday night I went out
I was a little too tired to think
I was sitting at the bar with a frown on my face
Taking little sips of my drink
The bartender said "What's wrong with you?
I never seen someone quite so blue
Here's a free shot... maybe two,
Of the best stuff on the shelf"
But whoa oh yeah... It ain't gonna drink it self
Whoa oh yeah... It ain't gonna drink it self
Ya coming in here drippin' tears in
Your beer feeling sorry for yourself
Ah buddy... hey buddy... It aint gonna drink itself
All of a sudden the jukebox came on
It was this pretty little girl with a skimpy outfit on
She walked up to the bar and
Grabbed my arm and said "Bartender, line 'em up!"
I looked at her and she looked at me
I was amazed by this angel holding onto me
I did my best to turn my mood around
She said "Honey, I got this round."
But whoa oh yeah... It ain't gonna drink it self
Whoa oh yeah... It ain't gonna drink it self
Ya coming in here drippin' tears in
Your beer feeling sorry for yourself
Ah buddy... hey buddy... It aint gonna drink itself
Whoa oh yeah... It ain't gonna drink it self
Whoa oh yeah... It ain't gonna drink it self
Whoa oh yeah... It ain't gonna drink it self
Whoa oh yeah... It ain't gonna drink it self
