It's hard to write a song when your three-fourths gone
And Crazy Legs keeps pickin' on my guitar
I try to clear my head and reflect on what she said
But the only thing reflectin' seems to be the bar
A shot of bourbon never hurt no one
I'm pleased to meet you, my name is lost and lonely
That's spelled with one L not two
And don't you think you could be my one and only
Baby just long enough for me to make love to you
So tell me what do you see standin' in front of thee