Can't Find The Door Testo

Excuse me
I need a little more money
Just a drink to score
But I can tell you honey
I need a hundred more
I gotta give myself
What IÝ´m looking for
Gotta feed my head now, oneÝ´s for all
With two scary Bloody Marys and a Thunderball, baby
ItÝ´s gonna be alright now, baby
ItÝ´s gonna be alright, IÝ´m doing fine
I said one, two, three and a little bit more
Oh, my God, I canÝ´t, canÝ´t find the door
I canÝ´t find the door
I canÝ´t find the door
I canÝ´t find the door
I canÝ´t stand straight
But I can think right
With my Frisco San Fransisco IÝ´m still growing up
Mature all the way to the Lucifer cup, baby
ItÝ´s gonna be alright now, baby
ItÝ´s gonna be alright, IÝ´m doing fine
I said one, two, three and a little bit more
Oh, my God, I canÝ´t, canÝ´t find the door
I canÝ´t find the door
I canÝ´t find the door
I canÝ´t find the door
I ainÝ´t want no Soda
And no female Ginger Ale
`Cause I need special treatment so I can go home
Maybe IÝ´ll make it to the five oÝ´ clock loan, man
ItÝ´s gonna be alright now, baby
ItÝ´s gonna be alright, IÝ´m doing fine
I said one, two, three and a little bit more
Oh, my God, I canÝ´t, canÝ´t find the door
I canÝ´t find the door
I canÝ´t find the door
I said one, two, three and a little bit more
Oh, my God
one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
WhereÝ´s the door?
Wait a minute honey
Oh, my God, yeah