When I’m drinkin’ everclear, I think I’m king of this whole world,
I’m bigger and badder than John Wayne and cooler than Steve Earle.
Until I wake up and I’m face down in the hall,
Hey, I’m completely naked, for a reason I can’t recall.
Well I’m kinda, sorta thinkin’ that maybe I met a chick,
‘Cause there’s perfume in the air, and there’s lipstick on my? Neck?.
Well I hope that she was pretty and I hope that she was kind,
Enough to leave my clothes somewhere they’re easy to find.
Everclear “Roger Creager”