One Last Fling
Give me one last fling, let my spirit roam
Before they take me to the county home
When I was young, wild and hearty
I never missed a single party
So many women and the memory lingers
Thought we were dancing till she stepped on my fingers
Walked for miles looking for an all night bar
That;s when I remembered that I had my car
Climbing home, hand rails killing my back
Last time I'll walk along a railroad track
I guess my night has taken its' toll
Now my arms are wrapped around a toilet bowl
It might be my time, but it ain't the place
Where someone's had their butt, now I got my face.
Tried not to disturb, was quiet as a mouse
Then a voice behind me said ,"You're in the wrong house."
Not knowing where I was sure gave me a fright
But I'll do it again come Saturday night.
Got to enjoy every freakin' moment!
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