Bass tearing through my chest,
slurring on tales of
One Thousand and One Nights,
cause I'm trying not to get killed
by this alcohol
and I just keep talking, keep blabbing
because I'm a man with the gift of the gab.
And when the night rolls by, my energy
is never drained, never faded.
Its always there, ready to accompany me
through multiple all nighters.
I've got ants in my pants
and I'm ready to set myself on fire.
Arm in arm we screech and laugh,
having a grand ole time with friends.
like we were kids again.
My words worshipped like a prophet,
drunken speech praised with a clap on the back.
Sweat stuck to my chest,
rolling in beads down my head.
So high...so high, I'm flying
on Aladdin's magic carpet.
The drunk life isn't a healthy life,
but it's hell of an enjoyable one.