(Chorus)   Well they call me the life of the party   They call her the belle of the ball   Well we start before anybody   And I promise we'll outlast them all      Well it started when I was in high school   My mom and my dad taught me well   A bottle of wine at Thanksgiving   And a valum when Grandma raised hell   Sso I had some champaigne at a wedding   I belive that they called it Cold Duck   And they girl I'd been eyeing all evening   She took me round back and we sucked down the rest of that bottle   And things really started to click   Well we kissed on the boxes of liquor   And she reached down and grabbed her some dickle and added some cola   Far be it for me should I pass   For I thought that if I drank another   I'd certainly need me some Aspirin on the next morning   I'd tried not to make me a sound   Cuz the girl who was sleeping beside me had gained herself two-hundred   Pounding on my bedroom window   My Dad yelled to jump out of bed   But she woke up from all the commotion   Insisting she'd give me some headlines she'd read in the paper   She said it had been yesterday   They said if you use moderation   My mornings could all be this way      (Chorus)   Well they call me the life of the party   They call her the belle of the ball   Well we start before anybody   And I promise we'll outlast them all