WASN'T THAT A PARTY

Tom Paxton

Could've been the whiskey
Might've been the gin
Could've been the three or four six-packs, I don't know
But woun't you look at the mess I'm in
My head is like a football
I think I'm going to die
Tell me, me oh, me oh my
Wasn't that a party

Someone had a grapefruit
Wore it like a hat
I saw someone under my kitchen table
Talking to an old tom cat
He was talking about football
The cat was talking back
Long about then every-thing went black
Wasn't that a party  


I'm could've been my memory
Playing tricks on me
But I believe I saw my buddy
Sitting up in my neighbour's tree.
He was singing a folk song
It sounded pretty good,
It would've sounded better if his wife wasn't making such a racket
Chopping up the neighbour's wood.
I think it was his woodpile
It could have been his door
I know she must have got three or four
But, wasn't that a party  

Oh, Billy Joe and Tommy
Went a little far
They were sitting in the front yard, blowing on a sireen
On somebody's police car

And, so you see, Your Honour
It was all in fun
The little bitty track meet down on main street
Was just to see if the cops could run
Well they run us in to see you
In an alcoholic haze
I sure can use those thirty days
But, wasn't that a party.
And they run us in to see you
In an alcoholic haze
I sure can use those thirty days
But, wasn't that a party.