Story Behind The Song
lifes troubles leading to the bottle
| Song Length |
3:04 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock, Jazz - Big Band |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Depressing, Troubled |
Subject |
Alchohol, Beer, Wine, Pain |
| Similar Artists |
The Stray Cats, Hepcat |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Boy you gotta get up, get a hold of yourself.
Yeah have respect you gotta treasure yourself.
Run into problems now you're begging for help
and it's only just begun.
A quarter crisis while your searching for fame.
Another gig but all the faces the same.
But nothings moving and you're looking to blame.
But perhaps it was your fault.
He was tired, and he was blue.
He bought a drink about half past two now.
He drank a bottle and tipped it true.
Drown his problems, he's a funk drunk fool now.
Funk Drunk Fool now
Girl you gotta get up, get a hold of yourself.
Yeah have respect, it means you treasure yourself.
You got your demons that you left on the shelf.
Only you can know the cause.
A disposition self-destructive by name.
Some bad decisions left your consciousness maimed.
The future's bright, you gotta push through the blame.
Come out and face it all.
She was tired, and she was blue.
She bought a drink about half past two now.
She drank a bottle and tipped it true.
Drown her problems, she's a Funk Drunk Fool now.
A Funk Drunk Fool now.
She's a Funk Drunk Fool now.
Paid their tabs and then got up from their seats.
They lit their cigarettes and met in the street.
They found companionship while soaked in defeat.
They were a funk drunk two now.
She was was sloppy and he was too.
They started making out at half-past two now.
They drank a bottle, and tipped it true.
Cabbed it home a couple Funk Drunk Fools now
Funk Drunk Fools now