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Текст песни: Yeah, this song is for the piss heads
Who had a good chick
A chick to good for them
And then fucked it up
Because of that bad bad bad whiskey, yknow
Goes like this, sing along man
Bad, bad, bad whiskey
Now she don't want to fuck with me
I lost my girl for forty-nine fifty
I'm talking about bad bad bad whiskey
Sitting in the room, I rock to the record
No friends, just buds, more spots than a leopard
'Cause I'm just a no good, liar, cheater, no good wildcat
Telling lies to my sheila
Treat her like a diva when I love and I need her
But I really don't give a damn, like a greedy beaver
Love the beer like a streaker, sell it by the dozen
Treat it like it's nothing, love the Vodka like a Russian
'Cause I'm just a sea eagle, I'm only manly
Trying be all I can but eyecandy
Is calling me a fancy panties like grammy
Can't tell my dear, it'll kill her like Bambi's Mammy
Understand me? if you got a dick you do
To have a chick with who you're sticking to is kind of difficult
Especially when you're sipping brew, worse when you're skulling it
Battle with the gin, and double trouble when you funnel it
It's bad, bad, bad whiskey
Now she don't want to fuck with me
I lost my girl for forty-nine fifty
I'm talking about bad bad bad whiskey
Please baby, don't, please, believe me, easy
Please believe me
Baby, bubby, booby, lovey-dovey, cutie, sweetie, look
I know I made a booby but there's no need to go lez
It wasn't me I swear, it was that dude Pepe Lopez
Fuck what that ho says, you and me are meant to be
We're connected mentally baby, she ain't a cent to me
Plus she had a bushy pussy
But I never saw it though
I swear she just told me that, honest, you can call her phone
But I don't have her number though
I got drunk, we scored an O, I fell asleep, that's all I know
My dick was in auto mode, honestly
Ok well, before you go, maybe just one more for the road
All right then, just the kissy-kissy? (fuck you)
You'll be back, I know you're gonna miss me
Shit, what's this, why are my eyes getting all misty?
Damn, she's gone, bad bad whiskey
Bad, bad, bad whiskey
And now she don't want to fuck with me
I lost my girl for forty-nine fifty
I'm talking about bad bad bad whiskey
Who had a good chick
A chick to good for them
And then fucked it up
Because of that bad bad bad whiskey, yknow
Goes like this, sing along man
Bad, bad, bad whiskey
Now she don't want to fuck with me
I lost my girl for forty-nine fifty
I'm talking about bad bad bad whiskey
Sitting in the room, I rock to the record
No friends, just buds, more spots than a leopard
'Cause I'm just a no good, liar, cheater, no good wildcat
Telling lies to my sheila
Treat her like a diva when I love and I need her
But I really don't give a damn, like a greedy beaver
Love the beer like a streaker, sell it by the dozen
Treat it like it's nothing, love the Vodka like a Russian
'Cause I'm just a sea eagle, I'm only manly
Trying be all I can but eyecandy
Is calling me a fancy panties like grammy
Can't tell my dear, it'll kill her like Bambi's Mammy
Understand me? if you got a dick you do
To have a chick with who you're sticking to is kind of difficult
Especially when you're sipping brew, worse when you're skulling it
Battle with the gin, and double trouble when you funnel it
It's bad, bad, bad whiskey
Now she don't want to fuck with me
I lost my girl for forty-nine fifty
I'm talking about bad bad bad whiskey
Please baby, don't, please, believe me, easy
Please believe me
Baby, bubby, booby, lovey-dovey, cutie, sweetie, look
I know I made a booby but there's no need to go lez
It wasn't me I swear, it was that dude Pepe Lopez
Fuck what that ho says, you and me are meant to be
We're connected mentally baby, she ain't a cent to me
Plus she had a bushy pussy
But I never saw it though
I swear she just told me that, honest, you can call her phone
But I don't have her number though
I got drunk, we scored an O, I fell asleep, that's all I know
My dick was in auto mode, honestly
Ok well, before you go, maybe just one more for the road
All right then, just the kissy-kissy? (fuck you)
You'll be back, I know you're gonna miss me
Shit, what's this, why are my eyes getting all misty?
Damn, she's gone, bad bad whiskey
Bad, bad, bad whiskey
And now she don't want to fuck with me
I lost my girl for forty-nine fifty
I'm talking about bad bad bad whiskey
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