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I’m Wasted

I’m gonna go down to Boswell’s Campbell, CA
I ain’t got nothing better to do with my day
I’m gonna sit back and drink that Jack and Diet Coke
Hang out with my bud Tony… and bum a smoke

I’m wasted on a Sunday afternoon
With attitude
I’m wasted on a three day benderoo
Sliding into a groove
Showing off my old tattoo
Being a fool
I’m wasted

Cara the cocktail girl stays ’til late
She likes to read Dostoevsky on her breaks
Mario knows everything about comics and
Jay will pour you the stiffest drink you ever had

I’m wasted on a Sunday afternoon
Muttering this tune
I’m wasted in this dusty dark saloon
Pining for a girl I knew
20 years ago in school
Being a fool
I’m wasted

And playing on the jukebox Sirius Radio
Jimmy Buffet, Johnny Cash, Neil Young, and Sheryl Crow
They keep tearing me away to happy times
Tearing me away from this life…. but it’s o.k.

I’m wasted on a Sunday afternoon
Singing this tune
I’m wasted in this blessed place
Sputtering and spiraling into a groove
Where no one has a thing to prove
Just being cool…
I’m wasted