Hit it...

I bet you still live with your mama

Down in her basement, tryin' to be nirvana

Playing with your guitar all afternoon.

You got the kinda face where it mighta been a maybe

But you got a lot to learn 'bout flirtin' with a lady

I'm down to talk dirty, but you started talking dirty too soon.

You're drunk, go home

If you're trying to hook up

Gotta do it alone

The way you're slurring and the way you stumble

Ain't no way you're gonna get my number

Hey, walk away, so me and my girls can do our thing

I ain't looking for a one-night rodeo

You're drunk, go home.

I think they mighta overserved you george dickel

Now your friends are all gone, got yourself in a pickle

This bar'll run dry 'fore I let you split a ride with me, baby.

Yeah, I know you're a virgo, that's the third time you told me

Just 'cause I am too doesn't mean that you know me

You're just a dog and barking up the wrong damn tree.

You're drunk, go home

If you're trying to hook up

Gotta do it alone

The way you're slurring and the way you stumble

Ain't no way you're gonna get my number

Hey, walk away, so me and my girls can do our thing

I ain't looking for a one-night rodeo

You're drunk, go home.

You're drunk, go home

Any other night I might throw you a bone

But the way you're slurring and the way you stumble

Ain't no way you're gonna get my number

Hey, walk away, so me and my girls can do our thing

I ain't looking for a one-night rodeo

You ain't nothin' but a dive bar romeo

You're drunk, go home.