My hands are shaking My hands are making it plain That I've been far from dry Washed away for the last three days Hit the town on Friday night I think you left but I think I stayed The phone is ringing The phone is singing the same old song I can sing along Pure disgrace in a public place Knew your name on Friday night I think you left and I know I stayed
The bar is open But if you're hoping that I'll desist and not come home pissed You've put your faith in a hopeless case Took you out on Friday night But then you left and I lost the place
