You, stumbling, it's 2 am,
Clutching tight to the door frame
You, whisper secrets, shout your plans,
Like you're the only rockstar in the band
You spill your drink on my new shoes,
You swear it love, it's just booze
Your eyes are glazed, your speech is slow,
You're telling tales that you only know
You're drunk!
Dancing on the table
You're drunk!
Thinking you're Clark Gable
You're drunk!
You slur your words, you miss the beat,
But you keep moving to the left, to the left, to the left, to the left
Tomorrow you'll say you're sorry,
Blame it on the shots of Bacardi,
But I've heard this before
I can see tonight you're free, but not with me
La la la la....,
You're drunk!
Dancing on the table
You're drunk!
Thinking you're Clark Gable
You're drunk! You're drunk!
I can see tonight you're free,
But not with me, oh yeah
You're drunk!