Lyrics:

Could've been the whiskey Might've been the gin Could've been the three or four six-packs, I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in My head is like a football I think I'm going to die Tell me, me oh, me oh my Wasn't that a party Someone took a grapefruit Wore it like a hat I saw someone under my kitchen table Talking to my old tom cat They were talking about hockey The cat was talking back Long about then every-thing went black Wasn't that a party I'm sure it's just my memory Playing tricks on me But I think I saw my buddy Cutting down my neighbour's tree Could've been the whiskey Might've been the gin Could've been the three or four six-packs, I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in My head is like a football I think I'm going to die Tell me, me oh, me oh my Wasn't that a party Billy, Joe and Tommy Well they went a little far They were sittin' in my back yard, blowing on a sireen From somebody's police car So you see, Your Honour It was all in fun The little bitty track meet down on main street Was just to see if the cops could run Well they run us in to see you In an alcoholic haze I sure can use those thirty days To re-cover from the party Could've been the whiskey Might've been the gin Could've been the three or four six-packs, I don't know, but look at the mess I'm in My head is like a football I think I'm going to die Tell me, me oh, me oh my Wasn't that a party