Alright here's a stupid song I wrote today   Yeah   Alright, ok this is called uh...   ->would this be a world premiere?    Yeah this is probably the first and last time you'll hear this one...   Ok this is uh...this is whiskey bottle - no this is called uh   Whiskey-faced radioactive blowdryin' lady or something      Take out your whiskey bottle there   Now you don't even move out of your chair   Your getting juiced up beyond belief   I can barely love you when your getting drunk all the time      You can get out a blowdryer and   Blowdry the hair right off of your head   You can sauteé my dollar bills and feed 'em to the dog   While he's watchin' cable      If I catch fire by mistake, she'll put out my face with a rake   And I shut my mouth before I even breathe      Well I can barely touch you honey, cause you're gettin' drunk all the time   Gotten radioactive tastebuds smeared across the rug   Swallow the keys to the chevy   You're gonna weedwack your way to memphis, yeah      Everybody knows about your style, you got tin-foil wrapped around your smile   Well you're gonna give me a xerox of your buckteeth...   Gettin....crap-faced all the time   Yodelayeeoooyodelay...