Do Drop In
You haven’t twittered, texted or phoned.
You’ve been hiding at home alone.
No, that’s not how to mend a broken heart.
I don’t have a P.H.D., but I know what you need.
It’s your Hillbilly friends at the bar.
At the Do Drop Inn
At the Do Drop Inn
Come on in.
Come on in.
We’ll change that frown to a grin.
At the Do Drop Inn
At the Do Drop Inn
Oh, come on in
Come on in.
We’ll get that heart fixed at the Do Drop Inn.
Over here’s a tub of beer.
Drown your sorrow, dry your tears.
The room is sound proof so let those cuss words go.
Now, you can blow in the hose.
Watch those bubbles as they grow.
Then whack the foam of the head till it overflows.
The wine tasting room is filled with dolls of all colors and shapes.
Wine glasses to the brim with Cherri, Rose and Sheradin.
Grab a marker. Find the doll that looks like the one you replaced.
Taste the wine and spit it in her face.
Then tattoo your name on her base.
At the Do Drop Inn
At the Do Drop Inn
Come on in.
Come on in.
We’ll change that frown to a grin.
At the Do Drop Inn
At the Do Drop Inn
Oh, come on in
Come on in.
We’ll get that heart fixed at the Do Drop Inn.
They say Whiskey can cure anything.
Oh, but this room’s not to drink.
That Jacuzzi’s not filled with H2O.
It’s a hundred percent liquid gold.
Jump on in. Wear your clothes.
Guaranteed to soak your heart until it is back to whole.