I’ve got my rum & I’ve got my tequila, I’ve got somewhere to be
I’ve got shiny black glasses & those FBI shoes, make me an offer
I’ve got nothing to lose
I’ve got double-breasted pockets & an axe in the shed & a pair of Asian twins sleeping in my bed
The wheel of fortune is turning out tricks, the chicken is laying eggs but there ain’t no chicks
I went to a funeral for the mad-hatter they served his head on a platter
The maid’s in the pantry & the lady’s upstairs, she’s crying to herself
but nobody cares
Well well, what have we done?
We told them to love then we gave them all guns
I’ve got first class tickets to a dead-end job, I’ll teach you how to be a middle class slob
I’ve got my rum & I’ve got my tequila, I’ve got somewhere to be

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