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Garth Brooks -- Friends in low places -- parody
Garth Brooks -- Friends in low places -- parody
Blame it all on my roots,
I stole all the fruit,
and ruined the Bouake o’re there.
The last one to show, the first one to go,
I was the last one you thought you'd see there.
And I saw the surprise, and the fear in your eyes
when I broke your glass of champagne.
I broke it in two, said "Honey, we may be through,
but you'll never see a single solitary dime.”
'Cause
I've got friends in low places
where the whiskey drowns
and the beer chases my blues away,
and I won’t pay.
Yeah, I'm not big on social graces,
think I'll slip on down to the o-asis,
oh, I've got friends
in low places.
Well I guess I was wrong, I just don't belong,
but then, we've been there before.
Every-thing's alright, I'll just say goodnight,
and I'll show myself to the floor.
Hey, I didn't mean to cause a big scene,
just Give me an hour and then
I’ll steal your car, and your Ivory Tower
that you're livin' in.
'Cause
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All I know I know because I have the fortune or misfortune of having to teach myself. -- Yehthatsme
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