Blackout - Mickey Avalon

Woke up early feeling funny

Phone missing, nose runny

Where’s my weed?

Where’s my money?

How the fuck did I get so bloody?

Got up out the bed and I fell on the floor

A base pipe yelling: «Mickey hit me some more!»

Two cheap hookers that I hardly know

Trying to trick me out on the corner on my ass out the door

So I kicked her in the dick and broke out the back

I got a lot of rhythm but I ain’t got no pants

So damn faded I was handicapped

Sirens sounding out the ambulance

I’m trying to black out

And not remember shit

I’m trying to black out

I can’t feel my dick

I’m trying to black out

I plead the fifth

I’m trying to black out

And not remember shit

I’m trying to black out

I can’t feel my dick

I’m trying to black out

I plead the fifth

Avalon, you can call me Mickey

Where the fuck did I get all these hickies?

Bad breath, but her face was pretty

My name’s tattooed on her fake titties

She was soft to the touch but hard to impress

A little to much of the Hollywood press

Trying to find a way to get me out of this mess

I’d like to call an Uber but ain’t got the address

I’m trying to black out

And not remember shit

I’m trying to black out

I can’t feel my dick

I’m trying to black out

I plead the fifth

I’m trying to black out

And not remember shit

I’m trying to black out

I can’t feel my dick

I’m trying to black out

I plead the fifth

I’m trying to black out

I’m trying to black out