LYRIC
FISH
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I fall off barstools
When I get drunk
My rusty pickup
Is a piece of junk
I like Jack Daniels
But hey there who don’t
Could quit tomorrow
Think that I won’t
CHORUS: I like to party
Don’t know where I’m at
All of this alcohol
Is making me fat
I’m looking up
At the place where I sat
I’m just a fish …in a cowboy hat.
I’ve got a roomate
Do you know his name
Bartender can you
Do me again
I should go home
But then what’s the point
There would be no-one
Left in this joint
I like to party
Don’t know where I’m at
All of this alcohol
Is making me fat
I’m looking up
At the place where I sat
I’m just a fish …in a cowboy hat.
BRIDGE
I’m under pressure guess you are too
I got my vices maybe one or two
Another drink and I’ll make it through
Stuck in this fishbowl looking back at you
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