My hands are shaking
My hands are making it plain
That I've been far from dry
Washed away for the last three days
Hit the town on Friday night
I think you left but I think I stayed
The phone is ringing
The phone is singing the same old song
I can sing along
Pure disgrace in a public place
Knew your name on Friday night
I think you left and I know I stayed

The bar is open
But if you're hoping that I'll desist
and not come home pissed
You've put your faith in a hopeless case
Took you out on Friday night
But then you left and I lost the place

woh-ah oh
woh-ah oh-oh-oh