Excuse me
I need a little more money
Just a drink to score
But I can tell you honey
I need a hundred more
I gotta give myself
What I'm looking for
Gotta feed my head now, one's for all
With two scary Bloody Marys and a Thunderball, baby
It's gonna be alright now, baby
It's gonna be alright, I'm doing fine
I said one, two, three and a little bit more
Oh, my God, I can't, can't find the door
I can't find the door
I can't find the door
I can't find the door
I can't stand straight
But I can think right
With my Frisco San Fransisco I'm still growing up
Mature all the way to the Lucifer cup, baby
It's gonna be alright now, baby
It's gonna be alright, I'm doing fine
I said one, two, three and a little bit more
Oh, my God, I can't, can't find the door
I can't find the door
I can't find the door
I can't find the door
I ain't want no Soda
And no female Ginger Ale
'Cause I need special treatment so I can go home
Maybe I'll make it to the five o' clock loan, man
It's gonna be alright now, baby
It's gonna be alright, I'm doing fine
I said one, two, three and a little bit more
Oh, my God, I can't, can't find the door
I can't find the door
I can't find the door
I said one, two, three and a little bit more
Oh, my God
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
Where's the door?
Wait a minute honey
Oh, my God, yeah