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