Guadalcanal Diary Whiskey Talk
Up til daybreak, running your mouth
Spewing your lies all over the south
No one knows what you're talking about
Or who you're talking to
Promises aren't worth a dime
Plans you made are a waste of time
No one knows what you got in mind
Or if you've got a mind in you
You say, "I wanna, I'm gonna, I know that I can
Why don't you take me serious?"
Slurring your words across the land
Talking delirious whiskey talk
You're a big loud man with a big loud plan
Impressing the hell outta who you can
Everybody laughing behind their hand
Every time you speak
Got 'em all talking, that's for sure
Wondering who on earth you are
Better be ready to hit the door
Whenever you make the scene
You say, "I wanna, I'm gonna, I know that I can
Why don't you take me serious?"
You've got a big mouth full of hot wet sand
Talking delirious whiskey talk
I got all the right stuff
Just a hunka hunka burnin' love
I got all kinds of money
I'm The King, honey
Nobody knows the trouble you've seen
Nobody knows the hero you've been
Nobody knows the fighting machine
Behind red eyes
Gonna give em all a taste of hell
Big daddy, like you can do so well
But first you'll have a little belt
To make it feel right
"I wanna, I'm gonna, I'll show you I can
You're gonna take me serious"
Feast your eyes on a hell of a man
Staggerin delirious
Oh, whiskey talk
Whiskey talk
Whiskey talk
