Listen Bartender

Duration

4:21

Genres

Southern/Blues Rock/Rockabilly

Lyrics

Hey listen bartender This ain't my night Start bringin' me doubles 'Till the mornin' light Woke up this mornin' 'Bout quarter to nine My baby ran off With a friend of mine When I find that guy I'm gonna lose my cool Took my woman Made me look like a fool But that’s ok I'm gonna get them back ‘Night I’ll get drunk And plan my attack First I’ll call the cops and say there dealin’ crank Then I'll call the feds and say they robbed a bank Then I’ll report ‘em to the EPA Say there dumpin' trash into the bay Next I’ll tell the IRS that they don't pay taxes They’re hidin' the cash under the mattress When you’re sittin’ home alone With time to think Starin’ at the dishes Pilin’ up in the sink Crazy things goin’ 'round Up in your head It even gets worse When you jump in bed Then I wake up in the mornin' With my hair a mess Got killin’ on my mind I must confess I can’t let them off As easy as that I’d rather have ‘em suffer And that’s a fact They say that revenge is best served cold But I ain’t waitin' ‘til I get old I’m gonna set them up just as soon as I can When I get done they'll get 5 to 10 They didn't know who They were messin' with If they call me up I'm gonna plead the fifth Everybody says that I’m waistin' time But seein' ‘em go down Got me feelin' fine Well if you find yourself In my position With a broken heart As your main condition And you lose your woman To another man Well just sit right down And make a plan First you call the cops and say there dealin' crank Then you tell the feds that they robbed a bank Then you report 'em to the EPA Say there dumpin' trash into the bay Next you tell the IRS they don't pay taxes They’re hidin' the cash under the mattress