Who's Gonna Take Me Home

Bartender's sittin' them shots on the bar
 Those last two Eagar bombs hit me hard
 My best friend left and took the keys to my car
 Who's gonna take me home?
 That dad gun Jimmy, he took me out back
 Pulled a Marlboro cigarette out of his cap
 Now I remember why I quit all that
 Who's gonna take me home?
 Well, I can't drive, I can't walk
 And I'm a little too high to crawl
 I'll hold up this wall
 Till I come down or the room stops spinnin'
 Gonna stand right here and chill out for a minute
 Standin' in the men's room waitin' on a stall
 Lean my head up against the cool concrete wall
 Hey, there's a few numbers I guess I could call
 Who's gonna take me home? Where's my cell phone?
 ♪
 Well, I can't drive, I can't walk
 And I'm a little too high to crawl
 I'll hold up this wall
 Till I come down or the room stops spinnin'
 Gonna stand right, oh, wait just a minute
 Twelve little hotties crammed in a back booth
 With a Bachelorette all drinkin' Vermouth
 Lucky for there's just enough room
 Well, hello girls, next round's on me
 Toast a few drinks to the bride to be
 Close the town down and then we'll see
 Who's gonna take me home?
 Yeah, who's gonna take me home?
 Yeah, who's gonna take me home?
 ♪
 I can't drive
 I can't walk
 I'm too high
 To crawl
 Who's gonna take me home?
 Great day man
 You think, we're done, closing down this bar
 You coulda give me right on
 Alright, brother