10,000 Shots

Too many towns, so many years
Billions of parties & all the whiskey
Please forgive me if I tend to forget
But I can’t remember your name

Ah your face, think I remember
Didn’t I meet you last December?
In a stinkin’ squat, or a parking lot
Aye it’s good to see you again.

We’ve had good times and if you’d kindly remind
I just might remember your name
But after knocking back 10,000 shots
All you punks look the same.

Ah your face, now I rmember
Didn’t I meet you lastDecember
In a stinkin’ squat, or a parking lot
Perhaps we met but maybe not