The Www Hotel

Ah hell, not again, not the WWW hotel Asking, Where am I, what happened, who are you? Hung over, confused, and feeling like hell Cant find my top or one of my shoes There's a bottle of Quervo upside down in the sink Looks like we swallowed each drop Lord I could sure use me a pick me up drink Then maybe the spinning would stop.  Last night was monday and that's just not right In fact some folks would call it a shame To be leg-less and sideways on amateur night With no one but my own self to blame I could blame it on Waylon and Willie Singing songs about a good hearted woman But the truth is I was just feeling silly By proving I could still rope me a young one.   But I figure I better get on outta here Because I don't know that I can explain How my top ended up on a fake chandelier  Or that I'm not really sure of his name.