Life thus far, fair warning to you
Apologies do not I make, tis true
Unless deep down I reach in myself
While drinking some whiskey from under the shelf.
A mistake by I in drunk manner was made
But released I feel I must be
You've punished me, and, oh, how I've paid
Except when I drink so merrily.
All through the day and most of the night
My thoughts drift off in search of a light
To lead me out and show me the way
Hark, a Miller Lite, I've been searching all day.
Just as the sun falters not in the sky
The flower blossoms shall bloom
But when they die, you should not cry
Just invite me up to your room!
Men search in the valleys and mountains above
Though they rarely ever find true love
When these men find what it is they've sought
The sex is never as good as they thought!
Now I return to what is at hand
I feel that I must say
Whether I lay or whether I stand
Let's just screw all day!