.38 Special Lyrics - Singles - 100 Monkeys

Well I'm drinking by myself 

While everybody else 

Sings songs down in the park 

Brown paper bagging it after dark 

But it's a plastic bag for me 

Carrying my groceries 

A few cans of champagne 

Chose the high life for the rain 

And the door man calls my name 

Good old Joe sure knows my game 

Though he says it's the youth to blame 

I can't say I feel the same 

See I'll be nursing number one 

And too soon beer two is done 

And then it's three, four, five, six 

And they're all empty again 

And still half the flask 

I always forget I have 

Sitting in in my office with my .38 special revolver 

Still half the flask 

I always forget I have 

Sitting in in my office with my .38 special revolver (x3) 

Looking back through another empty glass 

To the past when I was so small 

Peaking over the counter that was too tall 

Stealing my first sip of alcohol 

This could be my last slug of it all 

There's still half the flask 

I always forget I have 

Sitting in my office with my .38 special revolver 

Still half the flask 

I always forget I have 

Sitting in in my office with my .38 special revolver (x5) 

If the dead haunt the places 

Their bodies are found 

Chamber me one last round to see 

If my luck will keep 

If my luck will keep 

Oh yes chamber me 

One last round to see 

If my luck will keep this gun company 

Drinking by myself 

While everybody else 

Is passed out in the park 

Or going home in police cars 

They sing 

Oh la da da oh la la la (x12)