After three shots of scotch and something I forgot, someone called out “unlimited refills”
I know we had fun, but the details are gone and a tiny voice says “you are not new here”
It was dark in the dive bar I was standing on the edge of the springboard all ready to jump in
There was a supergroup of women wearing rainbows of wigs and some girl convinced I was Sutherland (the old one).
Things started getting fuzzy when snow fell from the sky but I swore we were here in California
But the bubbles that landed reminded us of champagne, so we headed to the next stop for warming
Everywhere we turned the bottles were empty and the crowded swarmed back out like a storm cloud
We saw Chris and Craig and others we made out to be our best friends forever somehow
When the bands start to play and everything was swaying, it was like some kind of drunken nirvana
It all got worse because I forgot write a verse here that might have been some words of warning
Just hold on my hand, help us both stand, as the wind tries to rip off my hat
Should be froze to the bone but feel rather warm, as the scene starts to twist to and fro
Nasty stirrers in the drinks, they were making me weak, so we headed to the shop in the alley
Finally found us some champagne and a little something for the pain, and got a nice dose of alternate reality
They were sweet and sincere and the toys they were dear, got out with just massage oil candles
There must be photos around of some of this floundering, I bet Nicole created some kind of scandal
After three pints of brew, and something I drew, someone called out “it’s time to start drinking”
I know we had fun but the details are gone and a tiny voice says “what were you thinking?”
But we got out alive, barely busted and fried, stumbled down the dark streets of Ventura
And we both woke today, pretty sure we’re okay, and bid you all a good morning