Lyrics:

I don't know... what do you think I should do?

Well is it larger than a baby's arm?
A few more cocktails will straighten you out
And we'll get to the bottom of it
Something better to disarm
You were in the bathroom far too long
Now look at you go

I'm not safer than a bank, bitch
I'm not safer than a bank, bitch
But I'll tell you this
'Cause you're bound to find out
Nothing is

I fucking love that song!