Wasn't That a Party - Tom Paxton

Could-a been the whisky, might-a been the gin

Could-a been the three or four six packs, I don’t know

But won’t you look at the mess I’m in

A head like a football, I think I’m going to die

But tell me, a-me oh, me oh my

Wasn’t that a party

Someone had a grapefruit, wore it like a hat

I saw someone under my kitchen table, talking to an old tomcat

He were talking about football

The cat was talking back

Along about then everything went black

Wasn’t that a party

I’m sure it’s just my memory

Playing tricks on me

But I believe I saw my buddy

Sittin' up in my neighbour’s tree

He was singin' a folk song

Sounded pretty good

Woulda sounded better if his wife hadn’t made such a racket

Choppin' up my neighbour’s wood

I think it was his wood pile

It could’ve been his door

I know she musta got three or four

But wasn’t that a party

Bill, and Joe and Tommy

Went a little far

They were sitting in the front yard

Blowing on the siren

Of somebody’s police car

And so you see, Your Honour

It was all in fun

That little bitty track meet down on main street

Was just to see if the cops could run

They run us in to see you

In an alcoholic haze

And I sure can use those thirty days

But wasn’t that a party

They run us in to see you

In an alcoholic haze

And I sure can use those thirty days

But wasn’t that a party