Happy Couch

Halloween at Casa Gomez, they got Bad Brains on the stereo
The Rubinoff begins to flow, and there's no losing to budget boozing
Until the next morning once you quit your snoring
Or you wake up dead just like your friends all said you would

Because it's hard to try to find a place
Between the never ending beer pong and stumbling throngs
Because all that I've got is just seven bucks and an empty tank in my mother's truck
So I was pretty stuck, but then I struck some luck

Fortunate me, I met somebody while dancing in the living room
Just doing a tango with the broom
She was sitting pretty, so I asked her to join me
And we spent the whole evening just hanging out
Enjoyed each other's company until we heard that familiar sound

Flashing red and blues- the cops outside have just been sighted
(Guess they're mad they weren't invited)
Thanks be to the negotiator who tells them that we're good and sober
Tells them lies over and over- sorry sir, we'll rage quieter til you turn round the corner

And we were hanging down on happy couch, cause no one even got arrested
Nor breathalyzer tested, so we can just keep on shooting that breeze
Until our faces start to become sore
And after that, maybe I'll get your number, so tomorrow we'll talk some more