Fat Old Sun

All my neighbors are fast asleep

And I can't find anything to drink

The McKenzies drank all the grain alcohol

So I'm headed down the street to first call

Me and the Bads were staying up late

Kitty and Victor got dropped from the plate

But no one was contented with the Wednesday wassail

So I said it's only four short blocks to first call

Not a walk of shame it's a walk of pride

Peoples goin' to work while we're getting cockeyed

The sun's coming up and the drinks are goin' down

So shut the fuck up and I'll get the next round

6 am, we'll start all over again

No one applying the brakes

We'll stop the sweats and the shakes

We're gonna eat pickled egg

We're gonna see Toby Jeg

We're not gonna let sun light have effect on our fun

It smells like bleach, adult diapers and mold

And everyone around me's over 60 years old

But we're gonna share the next hour or two

We all got each other and nothing better to do

Irish coffee, and Irish car bomb

A fat drunk jew starts singing this song

I take a closer look and the fat guy is me

So I buy him a shot, and he buys me back three

6 am, we'll start all over again

No one applying the brakes

We'll stop the sweats and the shakes

We're gonna eat pickled egg

We're gonna hang with Dave Gregg

We're not gonna let sun light help decide when we're done

All my neighbors are fast asleep

And I can't find anything to drink

The Loved Ones drank all of my alcohol

So I'm gonna be the very first one at first call.