Well I'm sick, sober and sorry
Broke, disgusted and sad
Sick, sober and sorry
But look at the fun that we had.
Well we met with some gal in a tavern
And oh, what a beautiful dream
Well we had three or four, then had several more
And that's when I went off my beam.
The jukebox so loudly was playin'
Each couple havin' a ball
But of all of them gals, their sweethearts and pals
I'll bet me and Merle the sickest of all.
Outside I was hailin' a taxi
We got one this time without fail
It sported a star, we didn't go far
Was only three blocks to the jail.