She's got you shaking like a frenchman in a thunderstorm
Please, Peg, if you have any feelings for me, don't make me make love to you
Now when your mom wakes up, and she will, cause she knows I hate that
Why don't you follow me down the brewery, I'll tie a bowling ball to my ankle, dive in a vat of beer, I'll leave this world the same way I entered my marriage. Dead Drunk!
