Little drunk fists across the tip of my chin   Guess I shoulda known that they'd be there again      Little drunk fists across the width of my jaw   Gets sometimes to where I just don't feel them at all   ...   (Chorus)   That's okay: I can wait another day   For these stupid concessions to be made: (and)   You weren't to blame   We put Jack and Johnny Walker's names   In the policeman's notebook when he came   ...   Little drunk fists need some time to their own   Went out to meet some friends but ended up all alone      Little drunk fists find and pick up a phone   But fumble on the numbers when they try to dial home      (Repeat chorus)      Little drunk fists raise for just one more round   End up buying six when the fifth hits the ground      And little baby fists touch my face, clutch my nose   Though they'd rather touch their mother's,   but she don't know   ...   Little drunk fists drove the car home last night   Turned left on Oak Street    when they should have turned right...