[Chorus: John Orth]
Tease your neck
Kiss your spitless mouth
If you'll have another taste
Carry my body
Drive your rider home
If you take another bad bet

[Verse 1: Isaac Brock]
Mumbled, had a rumble
And I stumbled down the stairs
Smelling just like lumber
But my baby don't care
We went uptown, downtown
Everywhere between
There was so much spilled milk
We could have had a factory

[Chorus: John Orth]
Sell the poorhouse
Plastic lungs, my bone
If you take another look
Gills of wine
Slow on five, I know
When you're railing on another, baby
[Verse 2: Isaac Brock]
Sweat-basted teenagers looking all around
I see your babies crawling all over the ground
They go, "goo goo, gaa gaa"
What the hell's that mean?
I do not even know where I am
So don't go look for me

[Chorus: John Orth]
Tease your neck
Kiss your spitless mouth
If you'll have another taste
Carry my body
Drive your rider home
If you take another bad bet

[Verse 3: Isaac Brock]
Things go dark, light, dark, light
Day after day
The flies weren't invited
But they wouldn't go away
The blanks were filled in, filled out
But never complete
There were so many dreams
That there was no time to sleep
[Chorus: John Orth]
Sell the poorhouse
Plastic lungs, my bone
If you take another look
Gills of wine
Slow on five, I know
When you're railing on another, baby

[Verse 4: Isaac Brock]
Not a point to make
Dodged the bullet, dredged the lake
One bite of wedding cake
And I about threw up
I see bridesmaids, bridesmaids
Hunting for a man
"One more drink, and I think I'll marry him"

[Chorus: John Orth]
Tease your neck
Kiss your spitless mouth
If you'll have another taste
Carry my body
Drive your rider home
If you take another bad bet

[Verse 5: Isaac Brock]
Mumbled, had a rumble
And I stumbled down the stairs
Smelling just like lumber
But my baby don't care
Went uptown, downtown
Everywhere between
There was so much spilled milk
I could have had a factory
[Chorus: John Orth]
Sell the poorhouse
Plastic lungs, my bone
If you take another look
Gills of wine
Slow on five, I know
When you're railing on another, baby