| My brain is just a jellyfish in the ocean of my head
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| 'Cuz I drank too much tequila, and I woke up seein' red
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| And now all I really want from life is to crawl back into bed
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| On account that my brain is just a jellyfish in the ocean of my head
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| Well I woke up this morning, the phone was ringing
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| And my boss was talkin', just kept on squawkin'
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| Like a vacuum cleaner, like a barking dog
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| Like a headache screaming through my mental fog
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| Pulled on my pants headed towards the door
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| But the room began to spin and I fell to the floor
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| Almost made it to work, got stopped along the way
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| Two girls said «Hey, wanna come with us to Santa Fe?»
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| I said «I'd love to, but you see I gotta get to my job.»
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| When they knocked me out and threw me in the back of their Saab
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| (and me, just minding my own business like that, you know?)
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| Well I woke up somewhere around Pagosa Springs
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| Both of 'em lookin' at me, gigglin' and whisperin' things
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| We arrived at their house, a big adobe palace
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| I gave a lecherous look to the girl named Alice
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| (oh Alice, what a dreamboat… I could tell we were meant for each other)
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| I could tell right away that they both were willin'
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| But the next thing that happened wasn’t quite so thrillin'
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| They said «First you gotta come up and meet Mary’s mom.»
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| But it wasn’t a mom, more like an atom bomb hit
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| And this came out from where the earth was split
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| Rolling pin in hand, Gestapo patch on arm
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| She was mean, and she bound to do me some harm
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| So I run down the steps in the front of the house
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| Back to the highway I scurry, like a mouse
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| Pick up my backpack, take out some rum
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| Take a big long swig and stick out my thumb
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| (Get me outta this place man, this is not what I signed up for…)
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| My brain is just a jellyfish in the ocean of my head
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| 'Cuz I drank too much tequila, and I woke up seein' red
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| And now all I really want from life is to crawl back into bed
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| On account that my brain is just a jellyfish in the ocean of my head
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| (mmmm, my head hurts… oh yeah)
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| I arrived at work early the next mornin'
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| They said, «Where ya been, 'cuz the boss has been roarin'?»
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| «Never mind that, listen to what I say:
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| If you drink too much tequila, stay at home the next day.»
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| (Don't mess with women from Santa Fe, take it from me.)
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| Transposed by: TheDreadfulGreat |