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 I´m looking for Gotta feed my head now, one´s for all With two scary Bloody Marys and a Thunderball, baby It´s gonna be alright now, baby It´s gonna be alright, I´m doing fine I said one, two, three and a little bit more Oh, my God, I can´t, can´t find the door I can´t find the door I can´t find the door I can´t find the door I can´t stand straight But I can think right With my Frisco San Fransisco I´m still growing up Mature all the way to the Lucifer cup, baby It´s gonna be alright now, baby It´s gonna be alright, I´m doing fine I said one, two, three and a little bit more Oh, my God, I can´t, can´t find the door I can´t find the door I can´t find the door I can´t find the door I ain´t want no Soda And no female Ginger Ale `Cause I need special treatment so I can go home Maybe I´ll make it to the five o´ clock loan, man It´s gonna be alright now, baby It´s gonna be alright, I´m doing fine I said one, two, three and a little bit more Oh, my God, I can´t, can´t find thed oor I can´t find the door I can´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 Where´s the door? Wait a minute honey Oh, my God, yeah