Can't Find The Door Songtext / Lyric

Excuse me

I need a little more money

Just a drink to score

But I can tell you honey

I need a hundred more

I gotta give myself

What I'm looking for

Gotta feed my head now, one's for all

With two scary Bloody Marys and a Thunderball, baby

It's gonna be alright now, baby

It's gonna be alright, I'm doing fine

I said one, two, three and a little bit more

Oh, my God, I can't, can't find the door

I can't find the door

I can't find the door

I can't find the door

I can't stand straight

But I can think right

With my Frisco San Fransisco I'm still growing up

Mature all the way to the Lucifer cup, baby

It's gonna be alright now, baby

It's gonna be alright, I'm doing fine

I said one, two, three and a little bit more

Oh, my God, I can't, can't find the door

I can't find the door

I can't find the door

I can't find the door

I ain't want no Soda

And no female Ginger Ale

'Cause I need special treatment so I can go home

Maybe I'll make it to the five o' clock loan, man

It's gonna be alright now, baby

It's gonna be alright, I'm doing fine

I said one, two, three and a little bit more

Oh, my God, I can't, can't find the door

I can't find the door

I can't find the door

I said one, two, three and a little bit more

Oh, my God

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine

Where's the door?

Wait a minute honey

Oh, my God, yeah