Drinking On My Mom’s Dime Lyrics – B.A.Johnston
Singer: B.A.Johnston
Title: Drinking On My Mom’s Dime
Indiana Jones searched for the Holy Grail
I know what it’s about
I’ve got a holy grail
In a walnut cabinet
Living room
My mom’s house
Like Michael Dudikoff
American Ninja
Got my eye on the prize
Just a 40 year old man
Creeping round my moms
At midnight
And I pray to all that’s holy
My dad’s not still drinking Golden Wedding
I pray he’s switched to something
Less depressing
Drinking on my mom’s dime
It’s the perfect crime
I steal from her liquor cabinet all the time
Drinking on my mom’s dime
Tastes so fine
I steal from her liquor cabinet all the time
Drinking on my mom’s dime
Tastеs so fine
Tastes so fine
Drinking on my mom’s dimе
Perfect crime
Perfect crime
Fix myself a nightcap
Head down the stairs
Gonna watch some Slap Shot
Hear a creak on the floor above
My mom is not asleep
Like I had thought
My mom has not slept the night through
Since the late nineteen seventies
If she finds me drunk on her booze
She is gonna end me
Drinking on my mom’s dime
It’s the perfect crime
I steal from her liquor cabinet all the time
Drinking on my mom’s dime
Tastes sublime
I steal from her liquor cabinet all the time
Drinking on my mom’s dime
Tastes so fine
Tastes so fine
Tastes so fine
Drinking on my mom’s dime
I steal from that liquor cabinet all the time
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