Could've been the whiskeyMight've been the ginCould've been the three or four six-packsI don't know, but look at the mess I'm inMy head is like a footballI think I'm going to dieTell me, me oh, me oh myWasn't that a partySomeone took a grapefruitWore it like a hatI saw someone under my kitchen tableTalking to my old tom catThey were talking about hockeyThe cat was talking backLong about then every-thing went blackWasn't that a partyI'm sure it's just my memoryPlaying tricks on meBut I think I saw my buddyCutting down my neighbour's treeCould've been the whiskeyMight've been the ginCould've been the three or four six-packsI don't know, but look at the mess I'm inMy head is like a footballI think I'm going to dieTell me, me oh, me oh myWasn't that a partyBilly, Joe and TommyWell they went a little farThey were sittin' in my back yard, blowing on a sireenFrom somebody's police carSo you see, Your HonourIt was all in funThe little bitty track meet down on main streetWas just to see if the cops could runWell they run us in to see youIn an alcoholic hazeI sure can use those thirty daysTo re-cover from the partyCould've been the whiskeyMight've been the ginCould've been the three or four six-packsI don't know, but look at the mess I'm inMy head is like a footballI think I'm going to dieTell me, me oh, me oh myWasn't that a party
