Tequila Stat
Words by Richard W Owen
Music by Richard W Owen
The carriage is swaying
The bodies crush 'round me
AI girl reminds me
Please mind the gap
Friday night
Time to party ...... right?
Stretch on my party clothes
And......straighten my hair
Where's the party at
I need Tequila Stat
Clicked my heels
On my magic shoes
Fly me right out of here
Fly me high until Monday comes
Let's party
Let's party
Let's party
Let's parteeeeeeee
Six songs so the story goes
Breaking heels on cobble stones
Catching cold in the midnight air
Dancing in the streets like Fred Astaire
Not ready for bed
Not ready for sleep
Not ever ready for this night to end
Standing in line
Back of the queue
Scary doorman catches my eye
Calls me to the front
Solo Jane
Somehow he even knows my name
Tip of his cap
Stamp on my hand
He lets me by
Flicks me a smile
Then I know why
It's Friday night
Time to party ...... right?
Stretch on my party clothes
And....... straighten my hair
The dance floor is heaving
Bodies crush 'round me
AI girl reminds me
Don't forget your bag
Checked my phone
For an Uber ride
White Comfort Prius
Just two blocks away
Where's my lippy at?
I need tequila stat
Clicked my heels
On my magic shoes
Drive me right, out of here
Red corvette me, to highway fun
Let's party
Let's party
Let's party
Let's parteeeee
Not ready for bed
Not ready for sleep
Not proud of some of the words I've said
Collected some numbers on my arms
Some interesting new pictures
On my camera roll
Might have kissed a few frogs
Or a prince or two
At least one I liked
But now I'm not sure
My legs are tired
And I think I've lost my shoes
Fly me right out of here
Fly me high until Monday comes