Man, I feel sick, the joke’s on me
Went to the party looking for trees
Band in the back, art school kids
Discovered I know, all up in your thick hands
Hit me like a truck
Burnin’ on the 101
And if it’s just a break
Then why do I feel so yuck? (Yuck)
Now I’m so p-p-p-p-pitiful (yuck)
I get so, drunk-drunk-drunk-drunk-drunk when I call ya (yuck)
Now, baby, it’ll take a miracle
I’ll go home, I’m p-p-p-p-pitiful (yuck)
P-p-p-p-p-pitiful (yuck)
P-p-p-p-p-pitiful (yuck)
P-p-p-p-p-pitiful (yuck)
I’ll go home, I’m p-p-p-p-pitiful
I love my wine, he is my friend
When we go out he’s holding my hands
Pick up the phone, I’m calling for hours
Got me a hammer from a big mountain
Hit me like a truck
Burnin’ on the 101
And this is just my luck
Man, I feel so throwed (yuck)
Now I’m so p-p-p-p-pitiful (yuck)
I get so, drunk-drunk-drunk-drunk-drunk when I call ya (yuck)
Now, baby, it’ll take a miracle
I’ll go home, I’m p-p-p-p-pitiful (yuck)
Now I’m so p-p-p-p-pitiful (yuck)
I get so, drunk-a-drunk-a-drunk when I call ya (yuck)
Now, baby, it’ll take a miracle
I’ll go home, I’m p-p-p-p-pitiful (yuck)
P-p-p-p-p-pitiful (yuck)
P-p-p-p-p-pitiful (yuck)
P-p-p-p-p-pitiful (yuck)
I’ll go home, I’m p-p-p-p-pitiful
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