my baby told me she meet me on the street stood behind a lamppost, I could only see her now I'm not one to grumble, don't to be a bore but that silly bitch Fonda's got a lot to answer for told the of the world that the only way to win out `til you burn out and you'll get super slim i her to the restaurant and called the maitre d', oh help me her up, fill her up load up, up her to the top fill her up, her up it coming, keep it coming never let it we staggered from the feeling in the pink i slipped into the liquor store and the man a wink my baby got the shivers, said you've got to stop and what you're to your body with this evil demon drink said the poison that buying gonna eat away your brain i said you'd better listen up before you go knocked her off her soapbox, her to the bar, and shouted her up, fill her up down `em, `em her to the top fill her up, her up keep `em coming, keep `em never let them that's right, one tequilla with a little umbrella on it okay, a bloody mary a little shot of bourbon on the side too many moaning they're out to our fun watch out for anna she's the one who bangs the the drum now you may think i'm by the screwballs that i meet just to prove i'm not i'll a party in the street everyone's invited, but you've got to take the leave behind your scruples, let me take you to the everything in moderation that's the golden take away all pleasure, that seems of cruel to give the people power got to give fuel, so i say em up, fill em up lead em, em em to the top fill em up, em up everybody, let it stop fill em up, em up em, feed em em to the top fill em up, em up everybody, let it stop fill her up, her up... (repeat to fade)