MC Lars, Jesse Dangerously - I Am the Liquor, Randy lyrics

[MC Lars, Jesse Dangerously - I Am the Liquor, Randy lyrics]

First, I wake up every morning wasted
At the crack of noon
Put my Aviators on, then I fix a drinky poo
Because I’ve got a job to do
Officer Jim Lahey
Doing doughnuts in my Chrysler
Mind is hazy maybe crazy
I see Bubbles causing troubles with
His kitties in the shed and Julian
Is sexy but he's messing with my head
And Ricky’s growing sticky icky
Living out his car
Randy’s snacking on those burgers on
The buns he’s going hard
But, I love him and his belly
My assistant keeps me calm
When I want these trouble
Makers, Corey, Trevor, J-Rock, gone
So I drink and drink some more
Stressed out by these hooligans
I think about my life
Maybe I could me go to school again
Ex0wife is on the phone
So blasted I can barely see
Pouring out this bourbon for Phil Collins RIP
Meet Nova Scotia’s finest
Trailer park supervisor l A to the H E Y
And no I didn’t start that fire

I am the liquor i am the peace
Nova Scotia's finest, Sunnyvale police

It’s Officer Jim Leahy reporting for duty
Bo Bandy riding shotgun as I’m
Squeezing on that booty

Knock, knock, Ricky
Who’s there? Someone who cares
The liquor’s calling the shots
6 out of 10 I’m impaired
Feeling sloppy stalking Julian
Just like the paparazzi (they call me)
Drunky the clown, they call me Liquoracci
And so I kick back on booze control
Watch the scotch do the thinking
Then I’m good go
I stay strapped so don’t laugh when
I tumble down the stairs
I know I’m not a real cop -
So ask me if I care?
Smashing J-Roc’s stereo
As I chug a fifth of whiskey
Gone in 30 seconds
Getting frisky when I’m tipsy
Then I just might pee my pants
Pass out on the floor
Nothing to see here, Randy please
Go shut the door
Chasing Loonies and Goonies
But I’m just doing my duty
Some salute me, some sue
Me, still sipping shooters, not choosey
The alcohol makes me moody up
In my vodka jacuzzi
So woozy truly consumes me -
And then I'm gone, absolutely - peace!

I am the liquor i am the peace
Nova Scotia's finest, Sunnyvale police

It’s Officer Jim Leahy reporting for duty
Bo Bandy riding shotgun as I’m
Squeezing on that booty

Ah jeez Mr Lahey they treat me like a pervert
Cause, I won't put a shirt on i'm
Grilling up the burgers with the
Cheese, Mr Lahey! With Bubbles as my hype man
You know I'm bout to rumble when
I struggle out my white pants
Can't knock the hustle when I
Stand on the street
Sex work is real work and a man's gotta eat
That wasn't me in the original movie
Lucy says the baby's mine and I believe Lucy
We hooked up for a few weeks
We broke up it's no big loss
I hope it frigged Ricky up
'cause Ricky can frig off
Please Mr Lahey I know we've fought
We both said
Nonsense, but I need you and not Ted Johnson
I'm your right hand man
Even if I'm not so handy
I'm handsome - It's you and me
Lahey and Bobandy
Friggin' right, and that's how the story goes
Shout out to the Dunsworth
Family and Cory Bowles!

I am the liquor i am the peace
Nova Scotia's finest, Sunnyvale police

It’s Officer Jim Leahy reporting for duty
Bo Bandy riding shotgun as I’m
Squeezing on that booty

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