Last night, I got served a little bit too much of that poison, baby. Last night, I did things I'm not proud of and I got a little crazy. Last night, I met a guy on the dance floor and I let him call me baby. And I don't even know his last name. Oh, my momma would be so ashamed. Well, it started out, "Hey cutie, where you're from?" And it turned into, "Oh no, what have I done?" And I don't even know his last name. Today I woke up thinking 'bout Elvis somewhere in Vegas. I'm not sure how I got here, or how this ring on my left hand, just appeared out of nowhere. I gotta go, I grab the chips and my Pinto so I hit the road. They say what happens here stays here, all of this will disappear. There's just one little problem... I don't even know my last name. Oh, my momma would be so ashamed. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I don't even know my last name.