Black-out Bill, he's my bud, he brings over Jack
In the car to the Whisky
It's 1: 30, stinking drunk, 50 cents in my pocket
Turn around-Vicky!
On the cuff, on the house, line 'em up, line 'em down
One more round
Quarter of two, what to do.
Sharks start to circle
My my my my my my my
Last call alcohol, time we said bye-bye
My my my my my my-Vicky!
On the cuff, on the house, line 'em up, line 'em down
One more round--one more round
She said "start trottin' boy, my friends are thirsty"
Start trottin' boy, my friends are thirsty
Start trottin' boy, my friends are thirsty
14 yellow roses, windows for the light
One more round
One more round
One more round
One more round
