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Drinkin' at Home on a Friday Night

Discussion in 'Anything goes' started by Armchair_QB, Aug 10, 2007.

  1. terrier

    terrier Well-Known Member

    Drinkin at home at on Friday night beats drinkin' in your Sunday dress any day:

    I can barely feels the sheets with all these crumbs down in my bed, oh no.
    How can I get to sleep with all this buzzin' in my head?
    An' who'd've ever thought I'd not complain about a mess?
    Serves me right, I guess:
    This is what I get for eatin' crackers with my gin,
    An' drinkin' in my Sunday dress.

    Telephone is by the bottle which is always by my bed.
    Time to time I give it a rattle to make sure that it's not dead.
    I will wait here for your call till I run out of cigarettes.
    I love to play the part of the damsel in distress,
    Flickin' ashes in my coffee,
    Drinkin' in my Sunday dress.

    Well I've been on the road to this,
    An' I've been on the way to this,
    But who'd 'a think it'd come to this?
    Don't let on you've seen me like this, like this.

    My old transistor's soundin' just as twangy as a Fender.
    My radiator growls like Elvis after Sunday dinner.
    I've drained my last Tequila and I've thrown away the blender,
    I've poured out all the wine; from now on nothin' but the best:
    Cognac an' Patsy Cline,
    While drinkin' in my Sunday dress.

    Well I've been on the road to this,
    An' I've been on the way to this.
    I surely ain't a hypocrite:
    I've had my fun and now I must confess.

    Our reverend is a kingly soul; repents 'em on a dime.
    His Bible is not inked in gold, he is not the cheatin' kind.
    One Sunday after meetin', I was in the greetin' line.
    He said: "I've seen you from the altar,
    "Gulpin' down Communion wine."
    "Just remember who's beside you when it's no business of mine."
    I said: "Just remember who's beside you when it's no business of mine."

    Lyrics > Susan Haynes Lyrics > Susan Haynes Drinkin' In My Sunday Dress Lyrics
     
  2. slappy4428

    slappy4428 Active Member

    Someone tell AQB the title needs to be changed for tonight...
     
  3. Chef

    Chef Active Member

    I think mama qb returns tonight.
     
  4. imjustagirl2

    imjustagirl2 New Member

    I'm drinkin' at home on a Saturday night.

    So let the thread continue!
     
  5. zeke12

    zeke12 Guest

    That's my girl!
     
  6. imjustagirl2

    imjustagirl2 New Member

    I'm 2 1/2 in, but it's early.

    It should be a fun night, as I'm depressed, drinking and alone. Odds of IJAG melting down into a lone crying fit at some point in the next 5 hours? 1-1.
     
  7. zeke12

    zeke12 Guest

    Don't drink gin.
     
  8. PopeDirkBenedict

    PopeDirkBenedict Active Member

    Those better be Sunset Wheats in your hand, young lady
     
  9. imjustagirl2

    imjustagirl2 New Member

    Nope, couldn't afford it (though I had two earlier that I had left over). Yuengling and Mike's Hard Lemonade it is.

    Sunset Wheat will be Friday when I get paid again.
     
  10. PopeDirkBenedict

    PopeDirkBenedict Active Member

    Just remember that it could always be worse. You could be raising an *interesting* defense to a public indecency charge....
     
  11. imjustagirl2

    imjustagirl2 New Member

    Was that the one we talked about? With the teeny problem?
     
  12. PopeDirkBenedict

    PopeDirkBenedict Active Member

    Oh yes. I have heard an even worse story in the meantime....
     
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