A Bar Song (Tipsy)

My baby want a Birkin
She's been telling me all night long
Gasoline and groceries, the list goes on and on
This 9 to 5 ain't working, why the hell do I work so hard?
I can't worry about my problems, I can't take 'em when I'm gone

One, here comes the two, to the three, to the four
Tell 'em bring another out, we need plenty more
Two stepping on the table, she don't need a dance floor
Oh my, good Lord

Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniels got a history
There's a party downtown, near 5th Street
Everybody at the bar getting tipsy
Everybody at the bar getting tipsy
Everybody at the bar getting tipsy

I've been Boozey since I've left
I ain't changing for a check
Tell my ma', I ain't forget (oh Lord)
Woke up drunk at 10 a.m.
We gon' do this shit again
Tell your girl to bring a friend (oh Lord)

One, here comes the two, to the three, to the four
Tell 'em bring another out, we need plenty more
Two stepping on the table, she don't need a dance floor
Oh my, good Lord

Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniels got a history
There's a party downtown, near 5th Street
Everybody at the bar getting tipsy
Everybody at the bar getting tipsy
Everybody at the bar getting tipsy

One, here comes the two, to the three, to the four
When it's last call, and they kick us out the door
It's getting kind of late, but the ladies want some more
Oh my, good Lord

Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniels got a history
There's a party downtown, near 5th Street
Everybody at the bar getting tipsy
Someone pour me up a double shot of whiskey
They know me and Jack Daniels got a history
At the bottom of a bottle gone miss me
Everybody at the bar getting tipsy
Everybody at the bar getting tipsy
Everybody at the bar getting tipsy