Lyrics On the Tequila - Alanis Morissette

On the Tequila

Bring on the tequila, ohh-oh, oh On fire on tequila, ohh-oh, oh My friends and I meet hours before
We make some home-made pizza
We do some funny bits back and forth
My knees buckle, I laugh so hard
We might end three sheets to wind
And who knows where we’ll wind up?
All I know is there’s a car waiting
And we’ll figure that out after
I have to keep my eye on my old friend from high school
We’ve known each other for the longest time
She has trouble with her limits, so to speak
She can hoist a really good kick in the butt when she’s excited
She doesn’t do it so much any more
'Cause we’re all onto her
Bring on the tequila, ohh-oh, oh On fire on tequila ohh-oh, oh Mostest-most on tequila, ohh-oh, oh Bestest friends on tequila, ohh-oh, oh Then there’s my other pretty friend from high school
The predator in me is put to shame by the predator in her
And now I’ve reeled it in But it’ll be interesting to see how much she’s done as well
Then there’s my friend from Chicago
God, do I love all people from Chicago
All ready to light up the barbeque
And be harping on debauchery
Bring on the tequila, ohh-oh, oh On fire on tequila, ohh-oh, oh Mostest-most on tequila, ohh-oh, oh Bestest friends on tequila, ohh-oh, oh Tequila
Tequila
Tequila
Tequila
Tequila
Tequila
Then there’s my Canadian friend
What a fabulous mom she’s become
She’s been tortured in this sense
For the last many of months for obvious reasons
She was like, «Hey, where was this part of you
When I wasn’t pregnant?»
I laughed and I did a shot in her honor
As I conversed with her belly
Bring on the tequila, ohh-oh, oh On fire on tequila ohh-oh, oh Mostest-most on tequila, ohh-oh, oh Bestest friends on tequila ohh-oh, oh Then there’s my Cupid friend
She sure knows how to dress, that one
She’s a wise and worldly girl
But you gotta watch that medication
Her favorite beverage is taken to a whole other level on it
I’m not worried about her or I’ll coast around the room
While I trust she’ll temper
My brother came to visit me Now he’s used to hanging with me and cracking up But he had no idea about my built-up tolerance
No idea about how manipulative I’ve become
I would surreptitiously put it in front of him without him asking
In a pretty little shot glass
His smirk and cackle would only egg me on Bring on the tequila, ohh-oh, oh On fire on tequila, ohh-oh, oh Mostest-most on tequila, ohh-oh, oh Bestest friends on tequila ohh-oh, oh