歌曲 | Who's Gonna Take Me Home |
歌手 | Chris Young |
专辑 | Chris Young |
作曲 : Collins, Martin, Mobley | |
Bartender’s sittin’ them shots on the bar | |
Those last two | |
Eagar bombs hit me hard | |
My best friend left and took the keys to my car | |
Who’s gonna take me home? | |
That dad gun | |
Jimmy, he took me out back | |
Pulled a Marlboro cigarette out of his cap | |
Now I remember why | |
I quit all that | |
Who’s gonna take me home? | |
Well, I can’t drive, | |
I can’t walk | |
And I’m a little too high to crawl | |
I’ll hold up this wall | |
Till I come down or the room stops spinnin’ | |
Gonna stand right here and chill out for a minute | |
Standin’ in the men’s room waitin’ on a stall | |
Lean my head up against the cool concrete wall | |
Hey, there’s a few numbers | |
I guess I could call | |
Who’s gonna take me home? | |
Where’s my cell phone? | |
Well, I can’t drive, | |
I can’t walk | |
And I’m a little too high to crawl | |
I’ll hold up this wall | |
Till I come down or the room stops spinnin’ | |
Gonna stand right, oh, wait just a minute | |
Twelve little hotties crammed in a back booth | |
With a Bachelorette all drinkin’ | |
VermouthLucky for there’s just enough room | |
Well, hello girls, next round’s on me | |
Toast a few drinks to the bride to be | |
Close the town down and then we’ll see | |
Who’s gonna take me home? | |
Yeah, who’s gonna take me home? | |
Yeah, who’s gonna take me home? | |
I can’t drive | |
I can’t walk | |
I'm too high | |
To crawlWho’s gonna take me home? | |
Great day man | |
You think, we're done, closing down this bar | |
You coulda give me right on | |
Alright, brother |
zuò qǔ : Collins, Martin, Mobley | |
Bartender' s sittin' them shots on the bar | |
Those last two | |
Eagar bombs hit me hard | |
My best friend left and took the keys to my car | |
Who' s gonna take me home? | |
That dad gun | |
Jimmy, he took me out back | |
Pulled a Marlboro cigarette out of his cap | |
Now I remember why | |
I quit all that | |
Who' s gonna take me home? | |
Well, I can' t drive, | |
I can' t walk | |
And I' m a little too high to crawl | |
I' ll hold up this wall | |
Till I come down or the room stops spinnin' | |
Gonna stand right here and chill out for a minute | |
Standin' in the men' s room waitin' on a stall | |
Lean my head up against the cool concrete wall | |
Hey, there' s a few numbers | |
I guess I could call | |
Who' s gonna take me home? | |
Where' s my cell phone? | |
Well, I can' t drive, | |
I can' t walk | |
And I' m a little too high to crawl | |
I' ll hold up this wall | |
Till I come down or the room stops spinnin' | |
Gonna stand right, oh, wait just a minute | |
Twelve little hotties crammed in a back booth | |
With a Bachelorette all drinkin' | |
VermouthLucky for there' s just enough room | |
Well, hello girls, next round' s on me | |
Toast a few drinks to the bride to be | |
Close the town down and then we' ll see | |
Who' s gonna take me home? | |
Yeah, who' s gonna take me home? | |
Yeah, who' s gonna take me home? | |
I can' t drive | |
I can' t walk | |
I' m too high | |
To crawlWho' s gonna take me home? | |
Great day man | |
You think, we' re done, closing down this bar | |
You coulda give me right on | |
Alright, brother |