Jonathan Dufour

Why does this suck? This is just my luck

John took my beer and he's gonna hear 'bout this tomorrow

(One shot, two shot, three shot, four) x3

I'm fucking drunk and I hit the floor

(holy shit)

You know you deserve some drinking crown,

When you drink so much that you could drown,

My liver's given out and it's packed it's things

It's left me to try and filter everything

Time goes by without the man of the hour

The liquor tastes sweet and bittersour

The shot glass is full and it's filled with power,

The nectar of the damned and the bloody cowards

(chorus)

So I'm a little bit drunk right now,

And I wanna tell you a little bit of something,

I'm a little bit drunk right now,

I wanna little tell you, I wanna tell you, wanna tell you a little something about yourself,

I wanna tell you this:

(clears throat loudly)

You're fucking deformed.

Deformered, feeble, halt, haubling, lame, limping, maimed, unconvincincing, unsatisfactory, weak and anagile, unathletic, robust-sounding, vigourous,

You're fucking disabled, so we had an argument, bickering, challenge, conflict, contension, controversy, difference, dissentience, a feud, an objection, he protested, we quarreled, I spat and squabled and variance and wrangled.

Acceptence? We had none!

Agreement?

(chorus)