It's Always 5 O'Clock Somewhere

from by Zilla Rocca & The 5 O'Clock Shadow Boxers

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lyrics

Her name was Brandy, a white russian
Hair smelled like toasted almonds
So I played it Tom Collins, kinda sweet not a problem
We linked Up at Long Island while in college
She was making rounds playing My Fair Lady
I tended bar at the Smoky Martini
She walked in on the 7th of July
With green eyes that shined like tequila sunrise
I said it's still early, we don't serve until 1
She said it's hot, i need a spritzer from the sun
I told her pucker up or something, I ain't serving
She said "I'm old fashioned, daddy fix me a bourbon"

Hook 2x
Drinking at one?
No, sorry I lied
It's 2, 3, 4, 5 o'clock SOMEWHERE
Five quarters in the jukebox
Two for five dollars, happy hour

Her name was Ruby, a white lady
Skin smelled like Bay Breeze, she drove me crazy
We shared paradise in Cuba Libre
A quick fuck, a BJ, we moonwalked for three days
But the amaretto quickly turned sour
Cause Harvey Wallbanged her while Jack and Coke plowed her
A rusty nail ripped through my heart of fire
Set me off like a carbomb, she was the driver
I followed Ruby as she trimmed Satan's whiskers
Screwdrived her front door, looked through her pictures
Then Harvey walked in with an irish flag
I turned around scared, smacked him, then he laughed
I pulled my .357 from the waist
Aimed at his face, he swallowed hard, no chase
He tried to move, I started firing
He said, "It's St. Patty's Day, everybody's Irish!"

Hook 2x

It’s going down bitches, listen, my addiction is ripping
Like gears shifting, and my world’s Sprewell’s spinning
Take pictures Andre Aggrassi, brown baggedy tragedy
Banging penny shots with copper cavities
Crazy straw for the 20/20, funny funny
Always sunny silly Philly, no money bloody bloody
3 O’clock call my cuddle buddy and her cousin
Trying to poke her face like Kid Cudi though her grill’s busted
Number 7 bussing it, busting on customers
Cussing like a sailor tell children “ear mufflers!”
Go to Mieneke, my Hieneken’s reminding me
While I’m puking up some chia-nese like a hydrant
Liquidation like Catastrophe and E-Swift
I King Tut my secrets like Egypt I keep them
Falling off the wagon no horses to carry me
Divorce is not option till our bartender marries me

Hook 2x

credits

from Broken Clocks EP, track released March 30, 2010
Beat by Douglas Martin aka Blurry Drones
Lyrics by Zilla Rocca (S. Zales) for Three Dollar Pistol Music (ASCAP)

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