Lyrics:
Southern Baptist churchIn the heart of the suburbsTaking communionOut of tiny plastic cupsWell, they told me it was wineBut it was really just grape juiceI had my first drop of rum when I was twenty-one3:00 am in BrooklynAnd I'm drinking at The UnionSippin' on a cheap beerAnd chasing women like school kidsWell, I stood in long linesJust to do a few linesAnd I stumbled down the block as the sun was comin' upWell, honey you asked me where I came fromI've come from a lot of different placesOh, but I hope that I'll end up right next to youYouYouYou