Driving on home to my upper-class place
Leaving the fake, wasted space
Looking forward to a night of bliss
Lift my hand and feel the kiss
Cut the cork and tipped the bed
Missed the door and hit my head
Splashing away in my space
We're going to open up that guit-fiddle case
Enrich the crowd is the motto tonight
Improvise for the lack of sight
Helped inside to the question I said
I missed the door and hit my head
Mr. Honey Brown is making his way
St. Paul's Girl kissed me the other day
Rolling the rock across the floor
Forget my Bud, I don't want him no more
All these bitter friends of mine
Brought me past that crooked line
Reached down and fell like lead
Missed the door and hit my head

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