Genuine Whiskey Man by Teen Idols Lyrics
Woke up drunk again this morning
Blood on my sleeve and puke chunks in my hair
I don't care
And neither does this girl beside me
What was her name?
I know her from somewhere
Just look at my hair in the mirror
It's turning grey
Give me another, bartender
What else can I say?
I don't remember last night
I know it's sometimes better to forget
They say that I'm scraping the bottom
At least I know I haven't been there yet
Won't care until it's too late
It's early, but I'm doing what I can
Tonight I'm gonna get drunk
I'm making my stand, a genuine whiskey man
Just look at my hair in the mirror
It's turning grey
Give me another, bartender
What else can I say?
[Guitar lead]
Came in late to work again
Another hangover rumored as a flu
They don't have a clue
They know that such a fine young man
Would never hang around the places that I do
Just look at my hair in the mirror
It's turning grey
Give me another, bartender
What else can I say?
I don't remember last night
I know it's sometimes better to forget
They say that I'm scraping the bottom
At least I know I haven't been there yet
Won't care until it's too late
It's early, but I'm doing what I can
Tonight I'm gonna get drunk
I'm making my stand, a genuine whiskey man
Making my stand, a genuine whiskey man...
Blood on my sleeve and puke chunks in my hair
I don't care
And neither does this girl beside me
What was her name?
I know her from somewhere
Just look at my hair in the mirror
It's turning grey
Give me another, bartender
What else can I say?
I don't remember last night
I know it's sometimes better to forget
They say that I'm scraping the bottom
At least I know I haven't been there yet
Won't care until it's too late
It's early, but I'm doing what I can
Tonight I'm gonna get drunk
I'm making my stand, a genuine whiskey man
Just look at my hair in the mirror
It's turning grey
Give me another, bartender
What else can I say?
[Guitar lead]
Came in late to work again
Another hangover rumored as a flu
They don't have a clue
They know that such a fine young man
Would never hang around the places that I do
Just look at my hair in the mirror
It's turning grey
Give me another, bartender
What else can I say?
I don't remember last night
I know it's sometimes better to forget
They say that I'm scraping the bottom
At least I know I haven't been there yet
Won't care until it's too late
It's early, but I'm doing what I can
Tonight I'm gonna get drunk
I'm making my stand, a genuine whiskey man
Making my stand, a genuine whiskey man...