Where is my 40 I can’t find my 40, 40 Where is my 40 I can’t find my 40, 40 Where is my 40 I can’t find my 40, 40 Where is my 40 I can’t find my 40 Where is my 40 Where are the people Eager to leave And commit acts of evil Stuck at my job I hear there’s a rager Cell phone’s exploding And c4 in my pager I hear they be ladies Wearing tight clothing Hopefully somebody There will be holding Late to the date That’s great and I’m golden Can’t wait to escape And be done with these doldrums Can’t wait to be wasted And plastered and puking Can’t wait to debate Which country’s need nuking Can’t wait to have vomit And blood on my breath Can’t wait to digest If there’s anything left Must [?] on my door And take out the trash Do all my chores Impossibly fast Be [?] in the bash Pop open a colt Five extra ounces Of glorious gold Where is my 40 I can’t find my 40, 40 Where is my 40 I can’t find my 40, 40 Where is my 40 I can’t find my 40, 40 Where is my 40 I can’t find my 40 The dude at the deli Is smelly and smarmy Sells me a 40 I’m horny for party I buy party mix The kind that’s generic I also buy condoms Them ones that embarrass Alcoholism Has millions of perks Traditional trove Of bubbles and burps My Irish ancestry Has left me with lager I guess I’m a jigger Instead of a jogger The caterwaul’s cusp The bacchanal’s brink I’m ready for belching And barfing and stink Let’s howl at the moon And croon while we drink Let’s wake up the wind And begin like I’m Link Anticipation My heart is beating This side is odd This side is even The numbers decrease Smokers are mingling Every inch Of my body is tingling Where is my 40 I can’t find my 40, 40 Where is my 40 I can’t find my 40, 40 Where is my 40 I can’t find my 40, 40 Where is my 40 I can’t find my 40 They introduce (shooters) There’s a world they call shots Whiskey and bourbon Was served so was schnapps Goldschlager’s exciting There’s little gold flakes Aftershock shots And I’ll puke on your face Buttery Nipple Liquid Cocaine Who’s the fuck Keeps loading up trays Tomahawk Pickleback Then Kamikazes I feel no pain Nothing can stop me Where was my stuff It was right here My shitty mix And my bag of beer Now where did I place it Where has it gone If somebody drank it Then fuckers it’s on Not in the fridge Start looking at culprits Ganker is guzzling Down my indulgence Imagine the bottle The bottom with backwash Say that it’s somewhere Or I’m getting my hacksaw Where is my 40 I can’t find my 40, 40 Where is my 40 I can’t find my 40, 40 Where is my 40 I can’t find my 40, 40 Where is my 40 I can’t find my 40

40 0z to freedom