100 Monkeys .38 Special
I’m drinking by myself
While everybody else
Singing songs down in the park
Brown paper bagging after dark
It’s a plastic bag for me
Carrying my groceries
A few cans of champagne
Chose the high life for the rain
The door man calls my name
Good ole Joe sure knows my game
Though he says it’s the youth to blame
I can’t say I feel the same
(Yeah) I’ll be nursing number one
Then too soon beer two is done
And then it’s three four five six
And they’re all empty again
(And) there’s still half the flask
I always forget I have
Sitting in in my office with my .38 special revolver
Still half the flask
I always forget I have
Sitting in in my office with my .38 special revolver
Looking back through another empty glass
To the past when I was too small
Peaking over the counter that was too tall
Stealing my first of alcohol
This could be my last slug
To end it all
There’s still half of the flask
I always forget I have
Sitting in in my office with my .38 special revolver
Still half of the flask
I always forget I have
Sitting in in my office with my .38 special revolver
If the dead haunt places their bodies are found
Chamber me
One last round to see
If my luck will keep this gun company
I’m drinking by myself
While everybody else
Is passed out in the park
Or going home in police cars
They sing
La da da dada, Ooh- la da da da da…
