Yeah this song right here

Is for all the piss head

Who has a good girl

But you were way too good for them

And then f**ked it up

Y'know?

All because of that

Bad, bad, bad whiskey

And now she don't want to f**k with me

I lost my girl for forty-nine fifty

All because of that bad, bad, bad whiskey

Sitting alone in the clinic, I wonder "was she worth it?"

With my head in my hands while I'm waiting for the verdict

Cause I'm just a lying cheater, no-good

Wild cat eater, telling lies to my Sheila, I

Treat her like a diva when I love her and I need her

But I really don't give a damn, like a greedy beaver

Half a liter of tequila, now I'm trying to cheat a piss test

All for some chick with some big breasts and sh*t breath

Sitting in the waiting room, hoping I can trick death

This is what I get for listening to what my dick says

Now I got the bug for a little hanky-panky

Can't tell my dear, it'll kill her like Bambi's Mammy

Understand me? If you got a dick, then dude

To have a chick with who you're sticking to is kind of difficult

Especially when you're sipping brew, worse when you're skulling it

Battle with the rum, and double trouble when you funnel it, it's

Bad, bad, bad whiskey

And now she don't want to f**k with me

And I don't know why I'm feeling so itchy

All because of that bad, bad, bad whiskey

Get the f**k away from me, asshole!

Baby, don't leave me, easy, please believe me!

Baby, bubby, booby, lovey-dovey, cutie, sweety, look

I know I made a booby, but there's no need to go les

It wasn't me, I swear, it was that dude kept me loaded

F**k what that ho says, me and you are meant to be

We're connected mentally, baby, she ain't a cent to me

Plus she had a bushy p**sy

"What?!"

But I never saw it though!

Honest she just told me that, straight up you can call her phone!

But I don't have her number though

"Oh yeah right, sure you do."

We got drunk, I saw the ho, I fell asleep, that's all I know!

My dick was in auto mode!

'F**k you, I'm walking home."

Ok well, before you go, just one more for the road?

*slap*

Alright then, just the kissy-kissy?

Nah, you'll be back, I know you're gonna miss me

Damn, what's this, why are my eyes getting misty

Sh*t, huh, bad bad whiskey

Bad, bad, bad whiskey

And now she don't want to f**k with me

She asked me, "How'd you get all those hickies?"

All because of that bad, bad, bad whiskey