I've Got Two Hands (and Two Bottles of Champagne)

I came into this boat town

on a two-propellor plane…

Petroleum’s a-pumpin’

through our brains…

 

riding silent sports cars

on the sleeping fields

these Big Fish got 

Diamonds in their gills

 

I’ve got Two hands, and Two bottles of Champagne!

Two Hands, and Two bottles to my name!

 

Lonely on the boardwalk, 

and tired of drinking grey…

a blondes’ a blonde, 

and her mothers’ just the same.

 

I want the storm to get here…

let the waters fall

blow away the booze and shopping mall

 

I’ve got Two hands, and Two bottles of Champagne!

Two Hands, and Two bottles to my name!

 

It’s a real drunken rodeo, 

and the Skippers’ on the Mic-

every man’s dancin’ with each other’s wives…

 

I’ve got Two hands, and Two bottles of Champagne!

Two Hands, and Two bottles to my name!

I’ve got Two hands, and Two bottles of Champagne!

Two Hands, and Two bottles to my name!

 

I said oh Yea! Blow Daddy blow blow blow…

I said oh Yea! Blow Daddy blow blow blow!

Oh Yea! Blow Daddy blow blow blow!

OH YEA!