| Lyrics: | HELP ME MAKE IT THROUGH THE YARD
Take the rosebush from my hair,
Lord, it has a lot
of thorns,
What's the sprinkler doing on
At this hour of the morn?
Comin' home
at five a.m.,
Lord, the sidewalk sure is hard,
Guess I drank too much again,
Help me
make it through the yard.
I don't care what's right or wrong,
I'm too
drunk to even stand,
I ain't asking your assistance,
But you're standing on my
hand
Put some coffee on the stove,
And we'll try to start the car,
Let me get
[a breath of air
Help me make it through the yard.
Words resurrected by
Rita Ferrara
@drink @parody
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