Drunk

DRUNK

Music/lyrics: Sanna Hansson

 

This guy has an alcohol problem

And he says he doens't care to solve it

1, 2, 3 shots run down his throat

He says "Baby, can I take you home?"

 

He knows which songs are good

When you are hosting a party with no food

He's blurry it's all disaster

But who cares when you're the vodka master?

 

And when he's questioned he just smiles and says

"I wouldn't normally do this, but I'm drunk drunk drunk..."

 

I said how can you know that you're drunk

When you don't even remember your name

I said I've never met you sober is that beer glued to your hand

I'm not sure that I quite understand

 

He always puts on a show

Dancing on tables let the pillow feathers snow

He's blurry it's all "diseister"

But who cares when you're the J├Ągermeister?

 

And when he's questioned he just smiles and says

"I wouldn't normally do this, but I'm drunk drunk drunk..."