| Song | Who's Gonna Take Me Home |
| Artist | Chris Young |
| Album | Chris Young |
| 作曲 : Collins, Martin, Mobley | |
| Bartender’s sittin’ them shots on the bar | |
| Those last two | |
| Eagar bombs hit me hard | |
| My best friend left and took the keys to my car | |
| Who’s gonna take me home? | |
| That dad gun | |
| Jimmy, he took me out back | |
| Pulled a Marlboro cigarette out of his cap | |
| Now I remember why | |
| I quit all that | |
| Who’s gonna take me home? | |
| Well, I can’t drive, | |
| I can’t walk | |
| And I’m a little too high to crawl | |
| I’ll hold up this wall | |
| Till I come down or the room stops spinnin’ | |
| Gonna stand right here and chill out for a minute | |
| Standin’ in the men’s room waitin’ on a stall | |
| Lean my head up against the cool concrete wall | |
| Hey, there’s a few numbers | |
| I guess I could call | |
| Who’s gonna take me home? | |
| Where’s my cell phone? | |
| Well, I can’t drive, | |
| I can’t walk | |
| And I’m a little too high to crawl | |
| I’ll hold up this wall | |
| Till I come down or the room stops spinnin’ | |
| Gonna stand right, oh, wait just a minute | |
| Twelve little hotties crammed in a back booth | |
| With a Bachelorette all drinkin’ | |
| VermouthLucky for there’s just enough room | |
| Well, hello girls, next round’s on me | |
| Toast a few drinks to the bride to be | |
| Close the town down and then we’ll see | |
| Who’s gonna take me home? | |
| Yeah, who’s gonna take me home? | |
| Yeah, who’s gonna take me home? | |
| I can’t drive | |
| I can’t walk | |
| I'm too high | |
| To crawlWho’s gonna take me home? | |
| Great day man | |
| You think, we're done, closing down this bar | |
| You coulda give me right on | |
| Alright, brother |
| zuò qǔ : Collins, Martin, Mobley | |
| Bartender' s sittin' them shots on the bar | |
| Those last two | |
| Eagar bombs hit me hard | |
| My best friend left and took the keys to my car | |
| Who' s gonna take me home? | |
| That dad gun | |
| Jimmy, he took me out back | |
| Pulled a Marlboro cigarette out of his cap | |
| Now I remember why | |
| I quit all that | |
| Who' s gonna take me home? | |
| Well, I can' t drive, | |
| I can' t walk | |
| And I' m a little too high to crawl | |
| I' ll hold up this wall | |
| Till I come down or the room stops spinnin' | |
| Gonna stand right here and chill out for a minute | |
| Standin' in the men' s room waitin' on a stall | |
| Lean my head up against the cool concrete wall | |
| Hey, there' s a few numbers | |
| I guess I could call | |
| Who' s gonna take me home? | |
| Where' s my cell phone? | |
| Well, I can' t drive, | |
| I can' t walk | |
| And I' m a little too high to crawl | |
| I' ll hold up this wall | |
| Till I come down or the room stops spinnin' | |
| Gonna stand right, oh, wait just a minute | |
| Twelve little hotties crammed in a back booth | |
| With a Bachelorette all drinkin' | |
| VermouthLucky for there' s just enough room | |
| Well, hello girls, next round' s on me | |
| Toast a few drinks to the bride to be | |
| Close the town down and then we' ll see | |
| Who' s gonna take me home? | |
| Yeah, who' s gonna take me home? | |
| Yeah, who' s gonna take me home? | |
| I can' t drive | |
| I can' t walk | |
| I' m too high | |
| To crawlWho' s gonna take me home? | |
| Great day man | |
| You think, we' re done, closing down this bar | |
| You coulda give me right on | |
| Alright, brother |