The Party Animal
I'm hanging out on New Year's Eve
With my pal Al and Stoner Steve
Just preparing for the party
At the house of our friend Marty
The things we needed for the cruise
A bag of weed and ice cold brews
So when we got our heads just right
We journeyed forth into the night
Halfway there we spied a lady
Thought she must be pushing eighty
We asked if she could use a ride
She nodded then and smiled wide
We wondered where she was going
Said anywhere the booze was flowing
We invited her to be our guest
And drove her straight to Marty's nest
Once introducing to the crowd
Old Grandma started getting loud
And faster than the eye can see
Started downing shots one two three
She then spoke wildly of her past
I'll tell you true she was a blast
And well before the night was through
Had taught my friends a thing or two
We all saw that she was able
To drink us all beneath the table
Not slowing down the night went on
Till all the booze we had was gone
Morning came and the sun came up
Old Grandma held an empty cup
Said I'd love to stay but as it goes
Gotta find somewhere the booze still flows
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