Your girl left and you need to drink her memory away, but what if you can’t handle whiskey, beer, or even wine? Instead of a hangover, maybe the answer is a sugar rush.
Lyrics
She told me she was leavin',
and she don't love me anymore.
I found her note scribbled
on a napkin by the door.
Now I need to wash her likeness
from this troubled mind,
but the only drink that
I can stand is the
unfermented kind.
Pour me a tall, sweet, sour,
Ice-cold glass of lemonade.
Just a gallon or two, and
I'll be good as new, as her
memory starts to fade.
To forget her goodbye,
I'll ride a sugar high,
'cause my next ten drinks are paid.
So, gimme a tall, sweet, sour,
frosty ice-cold glass of lemonade.
Some guys drink the pain away
with whiskey from the well.
And some prefer to sip a
high class snazzy zinfandel.
But wine and whiskey
ain't my style, they
taste like turpentine.
But lemon and sugar on the rocks;
now, that suits me just fine.
So, pour me a tall, sweet, sour,
Ice-cold glass of lemonade.
Just a gallon or two, and
I'll be good as new, as her
memory starts to fade.
To forget her goodbye,
I'll ride a sugar high,
'cause my next ten drinks are paid.
So, gimme a tall, sweet, sour,
frosty ice-cold glass of lemonade.
Well, the sugar's finally got a hold on me.
I've drunk so much that I can't see.
Pour me a tall, sweet, sour,
Ice-cold glass of lemonade.
Just a gallon or two, and
I'll be good as new, as her
memory starts to fade.
To forget her goodbye,
I'll ride a sugar high,
'cause my next ten drinks are paid.
So, gimme a tall, sweet, sour,
frosty ice-cold glass of lemonade.
Gimme one more tall, sweet, sour,
glass like a tower, ice-cold lemonade.