Lyrics

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She was all likkered up, she was all likkered up
She come home late last night, she was all likkered up
She had her red dress tore, had her red dress tore
She come home late last night, her red dress tore
She was all likkered up
She had her lipstick smeared, had her lipstick smeared
She come home late last night, her lipstick smeared
Her red dress tore, she was all likkered up
High heels in her hand, high heels in her hand
Yeah, she come home late last night, high heels in her hand
Her red dress tore, her lipstick smeared, all likkered up
Had her paycheck blown, had her paycheck blown
Well, she come home late last night, her paycheck blown
Her lipstick smeared, high heels in her hand
Her red dress tore, she was all likkered up
She's a doin' the hootchie-coochie
She's a-doin' the hootiche-coochie
Yeah, she come late last night, her paycheck blown, her lipstick smeared
High heels in her hand, her red dress tore
A-doin' the hootchie-coochie, all likkered up
She had lovin' on her mind, she had lovin' on her mind
She come home late last night, lovin' on her mind, doin' the hootchie-coochie
Paycheck blown, lipstick smeared, high heels in her hand
Her red dress tore, and a partridge in a pear tree
She was all likkered up, she was all likkered up
Come home late last night all likkered up
She was all likkered up, all likkered up
Yeah, she come her big ass home at four in the mornin'
Her paycheck blown, lipstick smeared, high heels in her hand
Her red dress torn, a-doin' the hootchie-coochie
Fallin' out of a yellow cab I said, "Where's your big ass been, Edna?
Since four in the mornin?"
She spit popcorn on me and said, "Big Lots"
Some dude rolled out of there and throwed up on my PF Flyers
Said "Good to meet ya, dude"
I said, "Dude, best thing you could do is take your dog and get to the house"
I said, "Edna, you need to get in there and brush your tooth and get on to work
You come in here drunk"
She said, "I'm not drunk, I've been drinkin' that Jägermeisters all night
But I am not drunk, brother"
I'm all likkered up, she's all likkered up
I been lookin' out all, all night all likkered up
She was all likkered up, she's all likkered up
Whoa, she come home late last night, she was all likkered up
Whoo
Written by: John Richard Wade, Roger Alan Wade
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