The Best Excuse

I got drunk
Spent all my money
I got in trouble
Acting funny
I woke up
Without a dime
I couldn’t tell you
How I spent my time
It’s not really her fault
But she’s the best excuse
I got

I tried to drive
Not very far
I wasn’t looking
And I wrecked my car
I told the police
I had the blues
And when it comes to women
I always lose
It’s not really her fault
But she’s the best excuse
I got

Now I’m sitting downtown
In a six by eight
Just whistling
Through the bars
And thinking about
The mistakes I’ve made
And wishing on a star

I got the blues
So sad
You know she left me
And I took it so bad bad bad
And pretty soon
I’ll have to pay
I guess I’m just lucky
Everybody’s ok
It’s not really her fault
But she’s the bext excuse
I got.

Now I’m sitting downtown
In a six by eight
Just whistling
Through the bars
And thinking about
The mistakes I’ve made
And wishing on a star

I got the blues
So sad
You know she left me
And I took it so bad bad bad
And pretty soon
I’ll have to pay
I guess I’m just lucky
Everybody’s ok
It’s not really her fault
But she’s the bext excuse
I got.

It’s not really her fault
But she’s the bext excuse
I got.