my baby me she would meet me on the street behind a lamppost, I could only see her feet now I'm not one to grumble, want to be a bore but that silly bitch Jane Fonda's got a lot to for the women of the world that the only way to win work out `til you burn out and you'll get super i her to the restaurant and called the maitre d', oh help me fill her up, her up load up, up her to the top fill her up, her up keep it coming, it coming let it stop we staggered from the restaurant feeling in the i slipped into the liquor and gave the man a wink my baby got the shivers, said you've got to stop and what you're to your body with this evil demon drink said the poison that you're gonna eat away your brain i said you'd better listen up you go insane her off her soapbox, rushed her to the bar, and shouted fill her up, her up `em, drown `em her to the top fill her up, her up keep `em coming, `em coming never let them that's right, one tequilla sunrise with a umbrella on it okay, a bloody with a little shot of bourbon on the side too moaning minnies out to spoil our fun watch out for anna she's the one who bangs the the drum now you may think i'm worried by the screwballs i meet just to prove i'm not throw a party in the street everyone's invited, but you've got to take the leave behind your scruples, let me you to the edge in moderation that's the golden rule take all pleasure, that seems kind of cruel to the people power got to give them fuel, so i say fill em up, em up lead em, em em to the top fill em up, em up everybody, let it stop fill em up, em up lead em, em em to the top fill em up, em up everybody, never let it fill her up, her up... (repeat to fade)