Punched in my time card, time 2 get rowdy with my boys now,
Powerade and some gin gets me going until its mixed with other stuff wow,
Im hopped up on scotch so i hopscotch scenes,
Plastered on side walks not quite passed out, its blurry like dreams,
Some dude called me the stumbler, thats just my pound of cock swinging,
So im dancing in the rain butt naked and singing,
He he he this kids funny some bastard hollers,
But i continue my personel parade surrounded by bouncers, and brawlers,
Damn its nice 2 have a crew, chalk clorox is one of my tools,
Like a weapon of mass destruction he nukes you, were
like fools,
On my way home i saw this chick surfing the wave like a sexy bitch,
I plowed a few poles, did donuts in the sand just 2 show her im the shit,
The nights drawing 2 a close now, my eyelids are heavy,
Tucked up next 2 a brod
, after i wrapped my grampas chevy.