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I know he’s having a big time
That bastard’s having a ball
I must’ve dropped it in the mud somewhere
Recount my steps and wonder, “Where did it fall?”

Right passed the entrance, by the beer tent
It went absent like I had it
In the past tense of my late-night charade
I lost my phone, keys and my wallet
Now it’s dead and I can’t call it
I sure do hope I find it again
Go out and find it

He probably just bought a pizza
He probably just bought a whole round of beer
I’m sitting here hungry, dry mouthed and lonely
Like if only you were here

He’s probably swinging like a sultan
He’s probably living like a king
I’m sitting here scrounging like a scoundrel with my hands out
Like, “Hey man, what did you bring?”

Right passed the entrance, by the beer tent
It went absent like I had it
In the past tense of my late-night charade
I lost my phone, keys and my wallet
Now it’s dead and I can’t call it
I sure do hope I find it again
Go out and find it

I know he’s having a big time
That bastard’s having a ball
I must’ve dropped it in the mud somewhere
Recount my steps and wonder, “Where did it fall?”

Right passed the entrance, by the beer tent
It went absent like I had it
In the past tense of my late-night charade
I lost my phone, keys and my wallet
Now it’s dead and I can’t call it
I sure do hope I find it again
Go out and find it