Last Time Songtext
von Ike Reilly
Last Time Songtext
Last time, I couldn′t make you come
Last time, you didn't fake me out
Last time, I got a little bit wasted
But this time, I don′t think you'll mind
'Cause I′m funny
A Jew, a black, a paddy and a queer
Were riding in a seaplane before it disappeared
Who goes to hell and who goes surfing?
Who′s gonna be a meal for the urchins now?
It's going down
It′s going down
It's going down
Yeah, it′s going down
Last time, I had dinner with a racist
Last time, I just fell asleep
Last time, I got a little bit wasted
And dreamed of a plane
Crashing into the sea
Well, if I go down in a plane, I'll go to hell
But I′ll leave all my shit to my friends in a will
You could have my Crown Vic and you can have my debt
You could have my weakness and my regrets
But sweetheart, take your dumptruck memories and
Bury them in the cold, cold ground
I've come back for some dead man's loving
You′ll need to come, I′ll need to throttle down
It's going down
It′s going down
It's going down
Ah, it′s going down
Last time, I couldn't make you come
Last time, you didn′t fake me out
Last time, I got a little bit wasted
But this time, I don't think you'll mind
′Cause I′m funny
Yeah, I'm funny
Yeah, I′m funny
Yeah, I'm funny
Last time, I did dinner with a racist
Last time, I just fell asleep
Last time, I got a little bit wasted
And dreamed of a plane
Crashing into the sea
Last time, I couldn′t make you come
Last time, you didn't fake me out
Last time, I got a little bit wasted
But this time, I don′t think you'll mind
Salesmen and racists and football stars
All hanging out at the hotel bar
Telling those jokes, clearing their throats
Drinking their dinner and smoking my dope
Well, I will smile and I'll backslap
Laugh at those jokes
And gladly shake their hands
Last time, you didn't fake me out
Last time, I got a little bit wasted
But this time, I don′t think you'll mind
'Cause I′m funny
A Jew, a black, a paddy and a queer
Were riding in a seaplane before it disappeared
Who goes to hell and who goes surfing?
Who′s gonna be a meal for the urchins now?
It's going down
It′s going down
It's going down
Yeah, it′s going down
Last time, I had dinner with a racist
Last time, I just fell asleep
Last time, I got a little bit wasted
And dreamed of a plane
Crashing into the sea
Well, if I go down in a plane, I'll go to hell
But I′ll leave all my shit to my friends in a will
You could have my Crown Vic and you can have my debt
You could have my weakness and my regrets
But sweetheart, take your dumptruck memories and
Bury them in the cold, cold ground
I've come back for some dead man's loving
You′ll need to come, I′ll need to throttle down
It's going down
It′s going down
It's going down
Ah, it′s going down
Last time, I couldn't make you come
Last time, you didn′t fake me out
Last time, I got a little bit wasted
But this time, I don't think you'll mind
′Cause I′m funny
Yeah, I'm funny
Yeah, I′m funny
Yeah, I'm funny
Last time, I did dinner with a racist
Last time, I just fell asleep
Last time, I got a little bit wasted
And dreamed of a plane
Crashing into the sea
Last time, I couldn′t make you come
Last time, you didn't fake me out
Last time, I got a little bit wasted
But this time, I don′t think you'll mind
Salesmen and racists and football stars
All hanging out at the hotel bar
Telling those jokes, clearing their throats
Drinking their dinner and smoking my dope
Well, I will smile and I'll backslap
Laugh at those jokes
And gladly shake their hands
Writer(s): Michael Reilly Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com