Take the rosebush fron my hair,
Lord, it has a lot of thorns,
What's the sprinkler doing on
At this hour of the morn?

Comin' home at five a.m.,
Lord, the sidewalk sure is hard,
Guess I drank too much again,
Help me make it through the yard.

I don't care what's right or wrong,
I'm too drunk to even stand,
I ain't asking your assistance,
But you're standing on my hand.

Put some coffee on the stove,
And we'll try to start the car,
Let me get a breath of air,
Help me make it through the yard