ROBBIE:
You caught my eye clear across the bar
That's a hell of a walk
What's a girl like you (hic)
My sign is (hic)
Enough small talk
This joints too small and crowded
I can tell you agree
So I'm gonna take you home and make you like me
No come here a minute
Did you ever get the feeling like your stuck
On something at first sight (not really)
Like your warm all over
What the Germans call gamauklakike (nein)
Your a hot little chickie, I'm a handsome stud
You do the biology
Now I'm gonna take you home and make you like me
Yeah I'm gonna take you far from here
Under the shadow of the valley of beer
Unto a higher place where you belong
So sail away in my SUV
And get closer to the real
Then you'll see your first impression goes so wrong
GIRL:
You're routine's all rusty
It's not working trust me
In fact you disgust me
You drunk hillbilly
I just smiled in passing
Now stop your harassing
And finally one last thing
ROBBIE:
Oh, don't say it! I couldn't stand to..
GIRL:
Well then sit down
ROBBIE:
Well you know you're the cutest little thing...
GIRL:
Oh that's original
ROBBIE:
Hey Joe here's a $20 bill give the little lady anything she wants...
GIRL:
Hey what's that there on your left hand?
ROBBIE:
Well that's an old war medal if you must know
You probably don't realize I'm a big important fella
GIRL:
You're a big important something alright
ROBBIE:
I'm down here from Chicago
Warner Brothers division
GIRL:
Oh, do they know about this? You might wanna...
ROBBIE:
Scouting for new country talent
GIRL:
I'll call the authorities
ROBBIE:
I think you got just the look we're looking for
GIRL:
Yeah so does every other girl in this bar
ROBBIE:
Take my business card here
GIRL:
That's alright, I won't {beer spilling} Ugh......
ROBBIE:
Son of a bi.... Oh let me see
Car key. Credit card....
GIRL:
You are a mess
ROBBIE:
A house key, my...
Hey! Here's a duplicate house key
You just hold on to that in case it ever comes in....
GIRL:
You know what, I don't think I'm gonna need it
ROBBIE:
Oh come on! Just put it in your pocket. You know....
GIRL:
You might want to hold onto it in case you get
ROBBIE:
C'mon, take it. Take it.
Take it! Take it! Take it!
GIRL:
You're routine's all rusty
It's not working trust me
In fact you disgust me
You think I'm some hussy
You don't recognize me
You better get...
ROBBIE:
I'm gonna take you home little honey
I'm gonna take you
Hey bartender where's the tab
I want to settle up now
You stay right here
I'm gonna vomit
You're gonna love my great big deck
I'm gonna take you home!
(coughing)
GIRL:
Why you fast talking, slow thinking
Gin guzzling hound dog
You are so drunk
You have forgotten that we's married!
ROBBIE:
Really?
Oh....
Um, well
In that case
I'd better take you home and make you like me!
I'm Gonna Take You Home (And Make You Like Me) Lyrics performed by Robbie Fulks are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that I'm Gonna Take You Home (And Make You Like Me) Lyrics performed by Robbie Fulks is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD