Pour me, pour me, pour me, pour me another shot of whiskey
Bartender hit me one more time
He left, I cried, I'm lost inside, Oh, wonât you help me
Fill it to the top cuz I hit rock bottom this time.
(Listen up now) I donât wanna listen to the old juke box
So donât you put no quarters in the slot
I donât wanna talk and I donât wanna dance
I dang sure aint looking for romance
I donât wanna hangout with the crowd
I donât wanna party and get real loud
Believe me when I tell you that I thought this through
Thereâs only one thing that I want you to do CHORUS
Oh, take it boys (Instrumental for 8 measures)
Well Hereâs my story, its sad but its true
Thereâs so many things that I never knew
He loved to party and he loved to dance
He loved to get loud every time he got the chance
I always thought he was a simple minded Okie
But little did I know he was the King of Karaoke
He was everything that a man should be
The problem was that it wasnât with me
CHORUS
Oh wont you fill it to the top cuz I hit rock bottom this time
One more fill it to the top cuz I hit rock bottom this time
Pour me, pour me, pour me, pour me
Out - E