Lyrics Tom Paxton – Wasn’t That A Party?

Could-a been the whisky, might-a been the gin
Could-a been the three or four six packs, I don’t know
But won’t you look at the mess I’m in
A head like a football, I think I’m going to die

Someone had a grapefruit, wore it like a hat
I saw someone under my kitchen table, talking to an old tomcat
He were talking about football
The cat was talking back
Along about then everything went black
Wasn’t that a party

I’m sure it’s just my memory
Playing tricks on me
But I believe I saw my buddy
Sittin’ up in my neighbour’s tree

He was singin’ a folk song
Sounded pretty good
Woulda sounded better if his wife hadn’t made such a racket
Choppin’ up my neighbour’s wood
I think it was his wood pile
It could’ve been his door
I know she musta got three or four
But wasn’t that a party

Bill, and Joe and Tommy
Went a little far
They were sitting in the front yard
Blowing on the siren
Of somebody’s police car

And so you see, Your Honour

They run us in to see you
In an alcoholic haze
And I sure can use those thirty days
But wasn’t that a party