Jim Morris running out of lies

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I've got a stool reserved at my favorite bar
I'm gonna raise a little hell
I'm gonna drink about as much as I can stand
I've got brain cells left over
From a previous adventure
When I didn't drink as much as I had planned
It was No Panties Thursday
According to the sign
And I made sure everyone was dressed just right
I got busted by the fun police as soon as I got
They roughed me up and questioned me all night
I said you are mistaken
I wasn't even there
She said you smell like whiskey
And you've got panties in your hair
I thought I was so clever
But she's seen through my disguise
I'd need to think of something quick
But I'm running out of lies
When No Panties Thursday rolled around
I was right back at the bar
I got over served and three sheets to the wind
The fun police showed up in force as soon as I got home
They roughed me up and questioned me again
I said you are mistaken
I wasn't even there
She said you smell like whiskey
And you've got panties in your hair
I thought I was so clever
But she's seen through my disguise
I'd need to think of something quick
But I'm running out of lies
I said you are mistaken
I wasn't even there
She said you smell like panties
And you've got whiskey in your hair
I thought I was so clever
But she's seen through my disguise
I'd need to think of something quick
But I'm running out of lies

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