Life of the Party

Well, they call me 'The life of the party'
 They call her 'The Belle of the Ball'
 Well we start before anybody
 And I promise we'll outlast them all
 Well it started when I was in high school
 My mom and my dad taught me well
 A bottle of wine at Thanksgiving
 And volume when Grandma raised hell
 So I had some champagne at a wedding
 I believe that they called it Cold Duck
 And the girl I'd been eyeing all evening
 She took me round back, and we sucked down the rest of that bottle
 And things really started to click
 Well, we kissed on the boxes of liquor
 And she reached down and grabbed her some Dickel and added some Cola
 And far be it from me, should I pass?
 For I thought that if I'd drank another
 I'd certainly need me some Aspirin on the next morning
 I'd tried not to make me a sound
 'Cause the girl who was sleeping beside me
 Had gained herself two-hundred pounding on my bedroom window
 My Dad yelled to jump out of bed
 But she woke up from all the commotion
 Insisting, she'd give me some headlines she'd read in the paper
 She said it had been yesterday
 They said if you use moderation
 Our mornings could all be this way
 Well, they call me the life of the party
 They call her the belle of the ball
 Well we start before anybody
 And I promise we'll outlast them all