Excuse me
I need a little more money
Just a drink to score
But I can tell you honey
I need a hundred more
I gotta give myself
What I´m looking
for
Gotta feed my head now,
one´s for all
With two scary Bloody Marys
and a Thunderball, baby
It´s gonna be alright now,
baby
It´s gonna be alright,
I´m doing fine
I said one, two,
three and a little bit more
Oh, my God, I can´t, can´t find the door
I can ´t find the door
I can´t find the door
I can´t find the door
I can´t stand straight
But I can think right
With my Frisco San Fransis
co I´m still growing up
Mature all the way to the Lucifer cup,
baby
It´s gonna be alright now, baby
It´s gonna be alright,
I´mdoing fine
I said one, two, three and a little bit more
Oh, my God,
I can´t, can´t find the door
I can ´t find the door
I can ´t find the door
I can´t find the
door
I ain´t want no Soda
And no female Ginger Ale
`Cause I need special treatment
so I can go home
Maybe I´ll make it to the five
o´ clock loan, man
It´s gonna be alright now,
baby
It´s gonna be al right,
I´m doing fine
I said one, two,
three and a little bit more
Oh, my God,
I can´t, can´t find the door
I can ´t find the door
I can´t find the door
I said one, two,
three and a little bit more
Oh, my God
one, two, three, four, five, six, sev en,
eight, nine
Where´s the door?
Wait a minute honey