From the album Just A Fabrockation

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Blues Rock

Lyrics

Hey listen bartender
This ain't my night
Start bringin' me doubles
'Till the mornin' light
Woke up this mornin'
'Bout quarter to nine
My baby ran off
With a friend of mine

When I find that guy
I'm gonna lose my cool
Took my woman
Made me look like a fool
But that’s ok
I'm gonna get them back
‘Night I’ll get drunk
And plan my attack

First I’ll call the cops and say there dealin’ crank
Then I'll call the feds and say they robbed a bank
Then I’ll report ‘em to the EPA
Say there dumpin' trash into the bay
Next I’ll tell the IRS that they don't pay taxes
They’re hidin' the cash under the mattress

When you’re sittin’ home alone
With time to think
Starin’ at the dishes
Pilin’ up in the sink
Crazy things goin’ 'round
Up in your head
It even gets worse
When you jump in bed

Then I wake up in the mornin'
With my hair a mess
Got killin’ on my mind
I must confess
I can’t let them off
As easy as that
I’d rather have ‘em suffer
And that’s a fact

They say that revenge is best served cold
But I ain’t waitin' ‘til I get old
I’m gonna set them up just as soon as I can
When I get done they'll get 5 to 10

They didn't know who
They were messin' with
If they call me up
I'm gonna plead the fifth
Everybody says that
I’m waistin' time
But seein' ‘em go down
Got me feelin' fine

Well if you find yourself
In my position
With a broken heart
As your main condition
And you lose your woman
To another man
Well just sit right down
And make a plan

First you call the cops and say there dealin' crank
Then you tell the feds that they robbed a bank
Then you report 'em to the EPA
Say there dumpin' trash into the bay
Next you tell the IRS they don't pay taxes
They’re hidin' the cash under the mattress