Rum and Tequila Lyrics

I’ve got my rum & I’ve got my tequila, I’ve got somewhere to be
I’ve got my rum & I’ve got my tequila, I’ve got somewhere to be

Shiny black glasses & those FBI shoes
Make me an offer, I’ve got nothing to lose
Shiny black glasses & those FBI shoes
Make me an offer, I’ve got nothing to lose

Double-breasted pockets & an axe in the shed
A pair of Asian twins sleeping in my bed
Double-breasted pockets & an axe in the shed
A pair of Asian twins sleeping in my bed, yeah

The wheel of fortune’s turning out tricks, the chicken’s laying eggs but there ain’t no chicks
The wheel of fortune’s turning out tricks, the chicken’s laying eggs but there ain’t no chicks

I went to a funeral for the mad-hatter they served his head on a platter
I went to a funeral for the mad-hatter they served his head on a platter, yeah

The maid’s in the pantry & the lady’s upstairs, she’s crying to herself
but nobody cares
The maid’s in the pantry & the lady’s upstairs, she’s crying to herself
but nobody cares

Well well, what have we done?
We told them to love then we gave them all guns
Well well, what have we done?
We told them to love then we gave them all guns

I’ve got first class tickets to a dead-end job, I’ll teach you how to be a middle class slob
I’ve got first class tickets to a dead-end job, I’ll teach you how to be a middle class slob

I’ve got my rum & I’ve got my tequila, I’ve got somewhere to be
I’ve got my rum & I’ve got my tequila, I’ve got somewhere to be