Pasadena

I woke up with my hair combed I got my shoes on A little bit dizzy from the Café Patron I'm pretty sure I slept alone 'Cause now I've got my car parked On the front lawn The engine's still running with my headlights on How the hell did I make it home? I lost my margarita Somewhere in L.A. or Pasadena Must have been that sun–tanned senorita You know girl, I'm so damn glad to me ya But I know that you heard that before You got me thinkin' about my first thought about last night You were lookin' so fine with them jeans skin-tight I couldn't wait to get you home So now I'm knocking on your front door my back's sore From sleeping all night on the bathroom floor At least I didn't drink alone I lost my margarita Somewhere in L.A. or Pasadena Blame it on that truck stop Mona Lisa What's your name pretty girl I'm glad to meet ya Now I know that you heard that before Can't remember where I've been My good friends Jack and Jim You know the Captain brought the rum Empty bottles on the floor Like I robbed the liquor store Is that better not be in the sun? Not again I lost my margarita Somewhere in L.A. or Pasadena I had a been that Spanish senorita What's your name little girl I'm glad to meet ya But I know that ya heard that before I'm pretty sure that ya heard that before 'Cause I know you heard that before I'm pretty sure that ya heard that before 'Cause I know you heard that before I know you heard that before I know you heard that before