Drink In My Hand

Early monday morning and friday at five,
Man I work work work and I don't climb climb climb
Boss man can shove that over time up his can,
All you got to do is put a drink in my hand

Fill it up or throw it down,
I got a fourty hour week with a trouble to drown
No need to complicating I'm a simple man,
All you got to do is put a drink in my hand

Yea that parking lot is muddy can't get to the door,
I take my jacked up drop er down in 4x4
She don't got a long neck one with the band,
All you got to do is put a drink in my hand

Fill it up or throw it down,
I'm about to tear a new one in this old town
5 4 3 2 1 I'll be your rocking man,
All you got to do is put a drink in my hand
Make me want to go ouuh ouhhh when you dance like that,
You got that little tattoo playing peeky boo on your back
If you want to impress me honey heres my heres my plan,
All you got to do is put a drink in my hand

Fill it up or throw it down,
When you drive me home take the long way around
I say you be my Lois Lane honey I'll be your Super Man,
All you got to do is put a drink in my hand

Listen up now, my head monday morning as that alarm clock sings,
It goes bang bang bang while it ring ring rings
Yea baby I'm ready to roll if your ready to go again,
All you got to do is put a drink in my hand

Fill it up or throw it down,
I got a little hungover still hanging around
Yea that hair of a dog is howling hey there man,
All you got to do is put a drink in my hand

Yea that hair of a dog is howling hey there man,
All you got to do is put a drink in my hand

Haaaouuhhh Yeaaa

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