Lyrics:

Well, she wants to be a singer in the band
Maybe I'll give the girl a hand
And a microphone
Looks like she's all alone

She can bring a friend
Though she's not my kind of friend
She keeps on staring me out
With her ole black and blue eyes

And I can take her dancing
Just to give the girl a chance and
I was never that good
At being nice when I should

I guess that she'll forgive me
Right before she tries to kill me
'Cause I sold her on yesterday's
'Come take me home' eyes

And I can take her waltzing
Just so she could kick my head in
Oh, I do believe I was drunk
And both of my heads had shrunk

I guess her name was Tina
'Cause before I'd even seen her
I was lost in her
'What's your name? Just get me fucked' eyes
'Oh, take me home' eyes

And Chelsea says she's got nowhere to go
And if she does, she's getting there slow
And I can help her out, but I've got somewhere to be
And that's the very thing when your dealing with me

Young soul shagger, begging me to bag her
Filthy heart and swollen hips
And she said, 'Oh, my dearest,
I'm not pretty, isn't it a pity
That you won't kiss these rotten lips?'
'Oh, take me home' eyes
Ole black and blue eyes

And Chelsea says she's got nowhere to go
And if she does, she's getting there slow
And I can help her out, but I've got somewhere to be
And that's the very thing when your dealing with me