It Ain't Gonna Drink Itself

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