1, 2 Many (The Writer's Cut)

Well I got a call from Riley 'round six o'clock

Sayin' he caught a hanker for a honkey tonk

Wants an ice-cold beer and a country song

But he didn't want to stay out all night long

Well, I ain't the kind to let a buddy drink alone

But I can't turn it off once I turn it on

There's no stopping me once I get goin'

Put a can in my hand, man I'm wide ass open

The ticktock of that clock is like a time bomb

By half past ten, I'm half past tipsy

At quarter to 12, man I've done had plenty

The countdown's on when the first beer hit me

Five, four, three, two, one, too many

After five diet Millers I was feelin' loose

Singin' karaoke to a TL tune

When a pretty little thing shot me a wink

She said, "Hey cowboy, could you buy us a drink?"

Well hey, baby doll, I will if you want

But I can't turn it off once I turn it on

There's no stoppin' me once I get goin'

Put a can in my hand, man I'm wide ass open

The ticktock of that clock is like a time bomb

By half past ten, I'm half past tipsy

At quarter to 12, man I've done had plenty

The countdown's on when the first beer hit me

Five, four, three, two, one, too many

Now I've never been the kind to quit

Won't stop 'til I get to the bottom of this

And the night's still young

So what you say we shotgun one?

There's no stoppin' me once I get goin'

Put a can in my hand, man I'm wide ass open

The ticktock of that clock is like a time bomb

By half past ten, I'm half past tipsy

At quarter to 12, man I've done had plenty

The countdown's on when the first beer hit me

Five, four, three, two, one, too many

Yeah, five, four, three, two, one, too many