Too much of that ol' moon shine tonight
No, that good ol' booze I couldn't fight
So my feet just won't take me right
To the place I see that shinin' light
Drink 'em down now, son
Way down, way down
Drink 'em down now son
Hope I'm gonna make it home tonight
No, my Mrs.'s gonna be uptight
Oh my God, she's gonna pick a fight
Sure to tell me all my wrongs from right
Drink 'em down now, son
Way down, way down
Drink 'em down now son
Way down
But I'm gonna make it right
Said I'm gonna make it right
Too much of that ol' moon shine tonight
No, that good ol' booze I couldn't fight
Drink 'em down now, son
Way down, way down
Drink 'em down now son
Way down
But I'm gonna make it right
Oh I'm gonna make it right
Said I'm gonna make it right
Yeah I'm gonna make it right
Artist: Dead Milkmen
Artist: Marques Houston
Artist: Helmet