[music & words: Biafra]
[title: Ken Fowler]
[(c) 1981 Decay Music (BMI)]
[Dead Kennedys]
Went to a party
I
danced all night
I drank 16 beers
And I started up a fight
But now I'm jaded
You're out of luck
I'm rolling down the
stairs
Too drunk to f**k
Too drunk to f**k
Too drunk to f**k
Too drunk
To f**k
I'm too drunk, too drunk, too
drunk
To f**k
I like your stories
I like your gun
Shooting out cop tires
Sounds like loads and loads of fun
But in
my room
Wish you were dead
You ball like the baby
In Eraserhead
Too drunk to f**k
Too drunk to f**k
Too drunk
To
f**k
It's all I need right now
Too drunk to f**k
Too drunk to f**k
Too drunk to f**k
Too drunk
To f**k
I'm sick
soft gooey and cold
Too drunk to f**k
I'm about to drop
My head's a mess
The only salvation is
I'll never see you
again
You give me head
It makes it worse
Take out your fuckin' retainer
Put it in your purse
Too drunk to
f**k
You're too drunk to f**k
Too drunk
To f**k
It's all I need right now Oh baby
I'm melting like an ice cream bar
Oh
baby
And now I got diarrhea
Too drunk to f**k
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Oooohhh...
