Lightweight

(Brian Hendrix)

We all have that one friend. You know which one it is; and if you don't, it might be you! That one friend you can't drink with, because they can't hold their liquor. This is a really fun, upbeat song with a nice, alliterative chorus. It's one of my favorite fun songs.

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Woke up in a basement and walked adjacent
To a store for a bottle, not a thing to chase it
Gonna be a short night again, now, ain't it 
Three or four, no more, and he'll be (whew!) wasted

Last week laid off, so the barroom calls 
He'll spend more on tips than his drinks will cost
Find someone to lean on, 'til they yell "Get off!" 
Call the man a cab 'cause he's bound to get lost

He's a

(Chorus)
Lightweight and he can't drink a lick
But he sure can't get enough of it
Got his old lady back home throwin' fits
'Cause he falls home lights out when he's lit
Lightweight, no he can't hold at all
Just one shot makes him ten-foot tall 
Won't quit, when he falls he'll start to crawl
And crawl and crawl 
He's a lightweight 

(Chorus) 

For a couple a years, only a couple of beers
Would have him huggin' and lovin' and reduced to tears
Take him out on the town is something you better fear
Goes from zero to stoned, only got the one gear

Figured what in the hell, better get him some help
Walked him up to the steps and he skipped all twelve
He said, "I don't think I really need to change myself"
'Fore the words left his mouth, turned around and just fell

He's a

(Chorus)

Every drink he takes, it's just like his first
And he gets slammed down, might take off his shirt
But he can't fight either, for what it's worth 
We don't talk about it none, that'll just make it worse

And he's slowed down some since old age come 
Probably 'cause of the money, he ain't got none
If you brought him a sixer, he'd probably drink one
Head down, eyes up, slurring, "I ain't done!"

He's a 

(Chorus)
© Brian Hendrix 2020