Crawlin'

Well, I stopped to have a little drink

With a lady down the street

Never took the time to think

That if I drink a Sneaky Pete

I'd be crawling instead of balling

I mixed the cola wine with rye

Drank 'til time for me to go

Well, she didn't bat an eye

When she saw me on the floor

Just a-crawling, a-really crawling

I poured the beer and the gin

I drink the gin with the wine

It had me really charging like a jet T-99

I was feeling mighty fine

High as any Georgia pine

Rocking steady on my legs

The floor came up and bumped my head

Man, I was crawling, a-really crawling

She was prancing all around

And I was on my hands and knees

Trying to get up off the ground

When she said with so much ease

"Man, you a-balling, a-really balling"

Just then her husband broke in

And threw me out in the street

I don't know what became of her

But I was really beat

I tried to drag it on

Sore and full of misery

All the Sneaky Pete was gone

And the folks could plainly see

I was crawling instead of balling

I was crawling (He was crawling)

Instead of balling (Instead of balling)

Yes, I was crawling (He was crawling)

Instead of balling (Instead of balling)

Oh, I was crawling (He was crawling)

Instead of balling (Instead of balling)

But let me tell you one thing

I ain't going there no more