First of all group collaboration project has been try and tested on these songwriter forums in the past and has never amount to anything worth talking about, i mean group collaboration, but we're going to put that where it belongs for the moment might need it later as a cocktail drink, a hangover cure
You already have experience replying so thats a great start, put your lyrics together dont have to be in order of rules and whatever, just lay them out so we can all see whatever flow takes us.
Gorilla fart, is that a hangover cure or just the end of the night playing piano sounds like a great end to a party okay i wont mention the fridge no more you got room for us all Jenna
We are fully stocked down to the bags of ice and corn nuts. Plenty of room. Bring your tent and sleeping bag - but no promises on breakfast. I'm sure there will be plenty of gorilla farts to go around in the morning competing with the neighborhood lawn mowers and weed whackers. For a hangover cure, you're on your own, sorry to say. I've never found a remedy, although I've not tried the local menudo. I hear it's the best cure there is.
Would it be acceptable to edit the lyrics in the OP as I/we go along? There's always a first time for everything, to use a well-worn cliche.
This what I've got so far:
I'm picking up a new old habit
And chilling it on ice
Spinning vinyl memories
At a bar named Fool's Paradise
Since you left I've been
half-baked out of my mind
Filling up this vacancy
With every liquid I can find
(pick up pace to party tune)
They call it Southern Comfort
It starts after eight
For every man or woman around
Who comes by to nurse their pain
They serve up Painkillers, Fireballs and Rum Swizzles
Topping them off with, Little splashes and a drizzles
Rumor has it you've moved on, and left our love behind
But I'm still dancing every night
With every other women in town.
When Johnnie Walker comes in he sits right down
Orders Jim Beam to pour another round
Then he lets out a Rebel Yell
It echoes all around Heaven Hill
The Prince of Wales rolls in with the Ruby Dutchess
On Moscow Mules with Rattlesnakes and White Russians
Trailing behind we get a London fog
That fills up Paradise with Salty dogs
Damn the Weather yells out Tom Collins
I'd rather have it Dark 'n Stormy sipping Long Islands
Hugging girls in bikinis chugging Appletinis
Enjoying the Sea Breeze with some Sex on the Beach.