Where's My Drink Songtext

Two girls playing checkers in a deep wood lot
Ten million in their rooms are getting old

Was somebody loaded?
I should've voted, I think
I feel like exploding
Somebody hold me down
And where's my drink

I keep waiting for the goods to pitch
Last gentleman to jump the ditch
That elegance in my last wish
With good old, do some digging that way
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