Now everyone is goin' out, but I'm stayin' in
You see I gotta nurse my lonely heart, with the mini bar gin
It's not that my baby is mad at me, no,
For doin' something wrong
It's just that I'm so far, far away from her, and I've been here for so long
So won't you please try and understand
That we ain't that kind of band
You choose and you choose, baby
And you sometimes end up with the mini bar blues
Now love thy neighbour and the children they flock
The suckers that she wag me baby are suckers that I Glock
See I'm the fire hose,
And everybody knows,
That I'll knock you down
And kick that ass
So when I go out on the town,
Straight out the ground
I ain't lookin' to get on down,
It's just one of them things that see, me and the fellas,
They know I'm so high they can't view what I'm trying to express through my music