Overtip the waitress when she bring your drink
Set your empty whiskey glass down
Call it what you will
If looks could kill then I was dealt a glancing blow
If the river was whiskey I'd drown
It's a sick man who takes his medicine when he's well
But the tell the lifeguard she'd better let us swim
Or tell that lifeguard to go to hell
Explain it all away
Tip the waitress over when she spills your drink
Smash your empty whiskey glass down