One sip ain't gonna do shit
On the second sip I begin to admit
That the third one down is what makes me feel alright, yeah
And number four I slam down to the floor
By five I'm ready to fight all night
And then six, seven, eight to make me break your face
sometimes...
'Cause I'll walk dead or alive
I'll waste my time whenever I like
I'm feeling okay with my whiskey hangover, oh yeah, yeah
