Lyrics

I sent a Venmo to BevMo to say thanks for the suds Ya gave a great buzz to me and my buds I sent a PayPal to the great gal at the Costco store And the lady with the grape tree on the vineyard tour All wanna do is show my gratitude and If I ever meet Tom Collins I'd like to shake his hand Ya got me drunk, man Ya got me sloshed, dude Ya got me tanked, Tommy Ya got me blotto, buddy boy Oh, you got me right where ya want me In the drunk tank Home sweet home I'd go to hell and back for a Sazerac I'd thank you warmly for a Dark n' Stormy I'd slip you a fiver for another Screwdriver And leave a mondo tip for a Mint Julep If ya know what i mean, I know you know what i mean, and If I ever meet Tom Collins I'll kiss him on the lips And squeeze his little hips Do some twirls and dips Hold him in my grips To thank him for the sips Because they got me Oh yeah they got me Three sheets to the wind Land ho I'll send an Edible Arrangement To my travel agent 'Cause they had free booze On my Carnival Cruise Hey kid, can ya tell me what's Australian for beer And then what's Australian for puke cuz I just chundered here If you know what i mean, dear God, do ya know what i mean? And If I ever meet Tom Collins We'll have to get a room And I'll make him my groom With a big house full of children And a future that we're building We'll grow old, God willin' Cuz you got me Oh yeah, you got me Got me drunk now, Tom
Writer(s): Timothy Kalpakis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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