So Fucked Up
I'm so fucked up!
Let's have a party at my place
And have way too much to drink (so fucked up!)
We'll mix lunch with Everclear punch
And we can throw up in the sink (so fucked up!)
And all I need is a reason
Just gimme some excuse
'Cause all I need is a reason
And a substance to abuse
And I'm so fucked up that I can't see
So fucked up that I can't think
So fucked up, so what'll it be?
We got it all
Drink, drink, drink!
Cheap scotch and drive-in food
Made an asshole outta me (so fucked up!)
It was almost dawn, I did a technicolor yawn
On the hood of my dad's MG (so fucked up!)
And all I need is a reason
Just gimme some excuse
'Cause all I need is a reason
And a substance to abuse
And I'm so fucked up that I can't speak
So fucked up, and sick to boot
So fucked up, my stomach's weak
So where's the john?
Puke, puke, puke!
So fucked up!
So fucked up!
And all I need is a reason
Just gimme some excuse
'Cause all I need is a reason
And a substance to abuse
And I'm so fucked, my guts are churnin'
So fucked up, my heart has sunk
So fucked up, my head is burnin'
But I can't stop
Drink, drank, drunk!
Let's have a party at my place
And have way too much to drink (so fucked up!)
We'll mix lunch with Everclear punch
And we can throw up in the sink (so fucked up!)
And all I need is a reason
Just gimme some excuse
'Cause all I need is a reason
And a substance to abuse
And I'm so fucked up that I can't see
So fucked up that I can't think
So fucked up, so what'll it be?
We got it all
Drink, drink, drink!
Cheap scotch and drive-in food
Made an asshole outta me (so fucked up!)
It was almost dawn, I did a technicolor yawn
On the hood of my dad's MG (so fucked up!)
And all I need is a reason
Just gimme some excuse
'Cause all I need is a reason
And a substance to abuse
And I'm so fucked up that I can't speak
So fucked up, and sick to boot
So fucked up, my stomach's weak
So where's the john?
Puke, puke, puke!
So fucked up!
So fucked up!
And all I need is a reason
Just gimme some excuse
'Cause all I need is a reason
And a substance to abuse
And I'm so fucked, my guts are churnin'
So fucked up, my heart has sunk
So fucked up, my head is burnin'
But I can't stop
Drink, drank, drunk!
Credits
Writer(s): D. Thompson, J. Barron, S. Barron, S. Childers
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