Lyrics:

On the sly you're wondering why
A cheap diner's where you'll find me
Liquored up in my coffee cup
Running from the tie that binds me
Well, I ain't got nothing to lose
Got myself even less to prove
So honey, watch your mouth when you talk to me
You're messing with the wrong girl can't you see?
I'm gonna give you til the count of three...
Are you looking for trouble? Don't mess with me
Local punks and yokel drunks
Are sneaking outside to drink beer
A cat in a hat throwing food in a vat
Nobody wants to be here
In walks that drunken man
Got a tall boy in his hand
There sits a cop with a gun in his lap
Thinking out loud I'm such a sap
I'm running to the van, y'all, to take a nap
Ain't about to deal with no more of this crap
A waffle house quiet as a mouse
Cause it's right about three thirty
Waitress there got no teeth or hair
The plates, they're kind of dirty
She don't care if it takes all night
Gonna get that order right
Scattered, smothered, covered, bluddered, s#*@ upon