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My brain is just a jellyfish in the ocean of my head |
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'Cuz I drank too much tequila, and I woke up seein' red. |
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And now all I really want from life is to crawl back into bed, |
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On account that my brain is just a jellyfish in the ocean of my head. |
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Well I woke up this morning, the phone was ringing, |
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And my boss was talkin', just kept on squawkin' |
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Like a vacuum cleaner, like a barking dog, |
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Like a headache screaming through my mental fog |
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Pulled on my pants headed towards the door |
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But the room began to spin and I fell to the floor. |
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Almost made it to work, got stopped along the way, |
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Two girls said "Hey, wanna come with us to Santa Fe?" |
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I said "I'd love to, but you see I gotta get to my job." |
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When they knocked me out and threw me in the back of their Saab. |
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(and me, just minding my own business like that, you know?) |
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Well I woke up somewhere around Pagosa Springs, |
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Both of 'em lookin' at me, gigglin' and whisperin' things. |
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We arrived at their house, a big adobe palace, |
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I gave a lecherous look to the girl named Alice. |
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(oh Alice, what a dreamboat...I could tell we were meant for each other) |
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I could tell right away that they both were willin' |
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But the next thing that happened wasn't quite so thrillin'. |
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They said "First you gotta come up and meet Mary's mom." |
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But it wasn't a mom, more like an atom bomb hit |
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And this came out from where the earth was split. |
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Rolling pin in hand, Gestapo patch on arm, |
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She was mean, and she bound to do me some harm. |
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So I run down the steps in the front of the house, |
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Back to the highway I scurry, like a mouse, |
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Pick up my backpack, take out some rum, |
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Take a big long swig and stick out my thumb. |
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(Get me outta this place man, this is not what I signed up for...) |
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My brain is just a jellyfish in the ocean of my head |
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'Cuz I drank too much tequila, and I woke up seein' red. |
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And now all I really want from life is to crawl back into bed, |
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On account that my brain is just a jellyfish in the ocean of my head. |
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(mmmm, my head hurts...oh yeah) |
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I arrived at work early the next mornin', |
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They said, "Where ya been, 'cuz the boss has been roarin'?" |
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"Never mind that, listen to what I say: |
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If you drink too much tequila, stay at home the next day." |
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(Don't mess with women from Santa Fe, take it from me.) |
