Life of the Party

Well, they call me 'The life of the party'
They call her 'The Belle of the Ball'
Well we start before anybody
And I promise we'll outlast them all

Well it started when I was in high school
My mom and my dad taught me well
A bottle of wine at Thanksgiving
And volume when Grandma raised hell
So I had some champagne at a wedding
I believe that they called it Cold Duck
And the girl I'd been eyeing all evening
She took me round back, and we sucked down the rest of that bottle

And things really started to click
Well, we kissed on the boxes of liquor
And she reached down and grabbed her some Dickel and added some Cola
And far be it from me, should I pass?
For I thought that if I'd drank another
I'd certainly need me some Aspirin on the next morning

I'd tried not to make me a sound
'Cause the girl who was sleeping beside me
Had gained herself two-hundred pounding on my bedroom window
My Dad yelled to jump out of bed
But she woke up from all the commotion
Insisting, she'd give me some headlines she'd read in the paper

She said it had been yesterday
They said if you use moderation
Our mornings could all be this way

Well, they call me the life of the party
They call her the belle of the ball
Well we start before anybody
And I promise we'll outlast them all