Fuck you, Billy, where is this going?

You know your Dad's at the bar

and he keeps calling for shots

Well the lights in the bathroom

yeah they're whiter than heaven

And your sister's boyfriend keeps looking at his

Fuck you, Billy, show me the money

You know the phlegm in the piss trough is marbled with blood

Like the trees in the forest now are all calling for axes

And your Dad's at the bar and he keeps calling for shots

I, I hate tequila rose

And I, I hate tequila rose

Well fuck you, Billy, open the garden

I'll be as quiet as a peepеr perched in the loft

Though thеre's a man in Japan who dresses like Lassie

And he pays other people to take him for walks, yup

I, I hate tequila rosé

And I, I hate tequila rose

And I, I hate tequila rose

And I, I hate tequila rose

Fuck you, Billy, where is this going?

You know your dad's at the bar

and he keeps calling for shots

It's not Bailey's or vodka or sweet Johnny Walker

No it's not Bailey's or vodka or sweet Johnny Walker

You know so fuck you, Billy, where is this going?

You know your dad's at the bar

and he keeps calling for sh-shots

Billy walk me home up this cavalry of drink

You know my mind is losing oxygen, my mind is losing oxygen

The karaoke's coming on

My tongue it tastes like calvados

So Billy walk me home

You know she's touching she's touching his chest