by
Micky
McKeon
The Grampy Clock hit two in the morning
So I swayed my way to your door
My unruly knocks should have given you warning
To the lovely night that was in storeMy breath was strong enough to drop the champ
First minute first round, beaten and maimed
And you, my girl, are certainly no tramp
But I needed my dizzy state tamedSo sexx me sober
This curse must be undone
Sexx me sober
You don’t know, it might be fun
Sexx me sober
In your bed or on the floor
Sexx me sober
And I will respect you moreI don’t know how I got inebriated
It’s not my fault- perhaps a ghost
I read somewhere that if we mated
This drunken spirit will leave the hostThe Breathalyzer’s broke and my liver’s kinda sore
My head’s a basketball on a slinky
If nothing’s done soon, I’m a dead man, for sure
Spare me this once, I’ll swear off the drinkyJust sexx me sober
This curse must be undone
Sexx me sober
Who knows, could be fun
Sexx me sober
On the beach down by the shore
Sexx me sober
And I will respect you moreThe night has turned to some Dali painting
My face is at least five crutches short
Catch me quick, I think I’m close to fainting
Let’s turn detox to a full contact sportIf nothing else, it will be good exercise
In the morning all will be fine
We can talk news and philosophize
But not till my body is rid of this wineSo sexx me sober
This curse must be undone
Sexx me sober
I can guarantee some fun
Sexx me sober
I’d do it in a grocer’s store
Sexx me sober
And I will respect you more
Sexx me sober
Please just open up your door
Sexx me sober
Yeah sexx me sober
Girl just sexx me soberAnd I will respect you more
THE END