Went to a party I danced all night I drank 16 beers And I started up a fight
But now I'm jaded You're out of luck I'm rolling down the stairs Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck Too drunk To fuck I'm too drunk, too drunk, too drunk To fuck
I like your stories I like your gun Shooting out cop tires Sounds like loads and loads of fun But in my room Wish you were dead You ball like the baby In Eraserhead
Too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck Too drunk To fuck It's all I need right now Too drunk to fuck
Too drunk to fuck Too drunk to fuck Too drunk To fuck I'm sick soft gooey and cold Too drunk to fuck
I'm about to drop My head's a mess The only salvation is I'll never see you again
You give me head It makes it worse Take out your fuckin' retainer Put it in your purse
Too drunk to fuck You're too drunk to fuck Too drunk To fuck It's all I need right now Oh baby I'm melting like an ice cream bar Oh baby
And now I got diarrhea Too drunk to fuck Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah Oooohhh...
Compositores: Eric R. Boucher (Biafra Jello), Raymond John Pepperell (East Bay Ray), Geoffrey V Lyall (Flouride Klaus), Darren Eric Henley (Peligro D H) ECAD: Obra #11661654 Fonograma #12631213