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music & words: Biafra
title: Ken Fowler
(c) 1981 Decay Music (BMI)
Dead Kennedys
Went to a party
I danced all night
I drank 16 beers
And I started up a fight
But now I'm jaded
You're out of luck
I'm rolling down the stairs
Too drunk to fk
Too drunk to fk
Too drunk to fk
Too drunk
To fk
I'm too drunk, too drunk, too drunk
To fk
I like your stories
I like your gun
Shooting out cop tires
Sounds like loads and loads of fun
But in my room
Wish you were dead
You ball like the baby
In Eraserhead
Too drunk to fk
Too drunk to fk
Too drunk
To fk
It's all I need right now
Too drunk to fk
Too drunk to fk
Too drunk to fk
Too drunk
To fk
I'm sick soft gooey and cold
Too drunk to fk
I'm about to drop
My head's a mess
The only salvation is
I'll never see you again
You give me head
It makes it worse
Take out your fkin' retainer
Put it in your purse
Too drunk to fk
You're too drunk to fk
Too drunk
To fk
It's all I need right now Oh baby
I'm melting like an ice cream bar
Oh baby
And now I got diarrhea
Too drunk to fk
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Oooohhh...