"Could've been the 'dirty martinis'
Might've been "The Baby's" tequila
Could've been the six or twelve mini mugs of ale
I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in
My head is like Pierre's football
I think I'm going to lie (here)
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn't that a party
Private Eye took a lampshade
Wore it like a hat
I saw someone under my kitchen table
Talkin' to "TIM" the Cat
They were talkin' about hockey
The Cat was talkin' back
Long about then every-thing went black
Wasn't that a party."
(Lyrics courtesy of my buddies The Irish Rovers and my Human, music courtesy of Mr. L and "The Baby")
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