A Bar Song (Tipsy)

My baby want a Birkin She's been telling me all night long Gasoline and groceries, the list goes on and on This 9 to 5 ain't working, why the hell do I work so hard? I can't worry about my problems, I can't take 'em when I'm gone One, here comes the two, to the three, to the four Tell 'em bring another out, we need plenty more Two stepping on the table, she don't need a dance floor Oh my, good Lord Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey They know me and Jack Daniels got a history There's a party downtown, near 5th Street Everybody at the bar getting tipsy Everybody at the bar getting tipsy Everybody at the bar getting tipsy I've been Boozey since I've left I ain't changing for a check Tell my ma', I ain't forget (oh Lord) Woke up drunk at 10 a.m. We gon' do this shit again Tell your girl to bring a friend (oh Lord) One, here comes the two, to the three, to the four Tell 'em bring another out, we need plenty more Two stepping on the table, she don't need a dance floor Oh my, good Lord Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey They know me and Jack Daniels got a history There's a party downtown, near 5th Street Everybody at the bar getting tipsy Everybody at the bar getting tipsy Everybody at the bar getting tipsy One, here comes the two, to the three, to the four When it's last call, and they kick us out the door It's getting kind of late, but the ladies want some more Oh my, good Lord Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey They know me and Jack Daniels got a history There's a party downtown, near 5th Street Everybody at the bar getting tipsy Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey They know me and Jack Daniels got a history At the bottom of a bottle gone miss me Everybody at the bar getting tipsy Everybody at the bar getting tipsy Everybody at the bar getting tipsy