Hey baby, I'm going out tonight
No need to start no new fight
Call me later but I think I just might
Have Too much whisky in my head
Too much whisky in my head
Sooner or later I might wind up dead
Because I've got too much whisky in my head
Honey line 'em up nice and right for me
Only one eye's clear but goddam, I can still see
You better call a cab, You better take my keys
I've got too much whisky in my head
Too much whisky in my head
Sooner or later you might want me dead
Cuz I've got too much whisky to my head
Oh, My baby's calling me
I just can't find the words to say
I've got too much whisky to my head