Gimme A Bed Or Gimme A Bullet

We crossed the border into the lovely land of Spain

We're looking for one thing and it ain't rain on the plain

This tour's been brutal and we need some sweet relief

But no one thought the slope would be so fucking steep

Gimme a bed or gimme a bullet

Times are low but dontcha think we know it

We're high as fuck

I hope we don't blow it

So gimme a bed or gimme a bullet

We slide behind the bar. . . the first batch goes right down

Now Dan-o's at the DJ booth and he's chopping up the mound

Next it's the girls' room where we all decide to meet

Why is he so fucking tall?

He's on the toilet seat

We got caught in a storm

A snowstorm in Benidorm

It's not outta the norm for the creatures there

Somos borrachos. . . machos gazpachos

We're high as fuck but we don't care!

Steve's outside rambling while I'm hiding under the sheets

Dan-o's in a taxicab squirming in his seat

Ben's probably snoozing cuz he did not partake

In the copious pile of that unholy flake

It's almost noontime and I still can't get no rest

I've got a mine field exploding in my chest

I stumble outside and lo what do I see

Our van's a-rocking. . . yeah, it's Mister Connery