Get Your Likka On*

*A million thanks to my friend, Lance, who came up with the idea for this post and the title

To be sung to the tune of 'Put Your Records On' by Corrine Rae Bailey:

Three small glasses all filled with Bordeaux
And they told me I don't need to hurry
Listening to my rowdy sons
Not sweet
Little boys are sent to play in the street

Maybe sometimes, we got it wrong, but it's alright
The more things seems to change, the more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate

Girl, get your likka on, turn up your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Cashmere and shredded jeans, a drunken beauty queen
Just go ahead, let your hair down
You’re gonna get buzzed tonight, somehow

Don’t question why, please just let me be
Drinking gin in the bar by the roadside
(just relax, just relax)
Don’t you let those non-drinkers fool you
Let likka be your where and who

Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright
The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change
Don't you think it's strange?

Girl, get your likka on, turn up your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Cashmere and shredded jeans, a drunken beauty queen
Just go ahead, let your hair down
You’re gonna get buzzed tonight, somehow

Just more than I could take, boozin’ for boozin’s sake
Some nights kept me awake, God--I wish I was younger
I’m tired of being a prize, I just don’t even want to try any longer
Drink what you want to

Girl, get your likka on, turn up your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Cashmere and shredded jeans, a drunken beauty queen
Just go ahead, let your hair down
You're gonna get buzzed tonight, somehow