"Wasn't That A Party" lyrics

Could've been the whiskey
It might have been the gin
Could have been the three or four six packs, I don't know
But look at the mess I'm in
My head is like a football
I think I'm going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn't that a party

Someone took a grapefruit
He wore it like a hat
I saw someone under my kitchen table
Talking to my old tom cat
They were talking about hockey
And the cat was talking back
Long about then everything went black
Wasn't that a party

I'm sure it's just my memory
Playing tricks on me
But I think I saw my buddy
Cutting down my neighbor's tree

Could've been the whiskey
It might have been the gin
Could have been the three or four six packs, I don't know
But look at the mess I'm in
My head is like a football
I think I'm going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn't that a party?

Billy, Joe and Tommy
Well, they went a little far
They were sitting in the backyard, blowing on a siren
From somebody's police car

So you see, your honor
It was all in fun
The little bitty track meet down on main street
Was just to see if the cops could run
Well, they run us in to see you
In an alcoholic haze
I sure can use those 30 days
To recover from the party

Could've been the whiskey
It might have been the gin
Could have been the three or four six packs, I don't know
But look at the mess I'm in
My head is like a football
I think I'm going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn't that a party

Could've been the whiskey
It might have been the gin
Could have been the three or four six packs, I don't know
But look at the mess I'm in
My head is like a football
I think I'm going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn't that a party

Wasn't that a party
Wasn't that a party
Whoa, what a party
Wasn't that a party
Aww, what a part
Wasn't that a party
Oh, what a party
Whoa, wasn't a party
Hmm, what a party
Wasn't that a party
Wasn't that a party

Thank you, thank you, thank you very much, thank you very much
I appreciate ladies and gentlemen
Thank you, thank you very much
I'm leaving the building