my baby told me she meet me on the street stood behind a lamppost, I could see her feet now I'm not one to grumble, don't to be a bore but that silly Jane Fonda's got a lot to answer for the women of the world that the only way to win work out `til you burn out and get super slim i rushed her to the restaurant and called the maitre d', oh me her up, fill her up load up, up her to the top fill her up, her up it coming, keep it coming never let it we staggered from the restaurant in the pink i slipped into the liquor store and the man a wink my baby got the shivers, said you've got to stop and what you're doing to your body with this evil demon the poison that you're buying gonna eat away your brain i said you'd better listen up you go insane her off her soapbox, rushed her to the bar, and shouted fill her up, her up `em, drown `em her to the top fill her up, her up `em coming, keep `em coming never let stop right, one more tequilla sunrise with a umbrella on it okay, a bloody with a little shot of bourbon on the side too many moaning out to spoil our fun watch out for anna she's the one who bangs the the drum now you may think i'm by the screwballs that i meet to prove i'm not i'll throw a party in the street everyone's invited, but you've got to the pledge leave behind scruples, let me take you to the edge in moderation that's the golden rule take away all pleasure, that seems of cruel to give the people power got to them fuel, so i say fill em up, em up em, feed em em to the top fill em up, em up everybody, let it stop fill em up, em up lead em, em em to the top fill em up, em up everybody, let it stop fill her up, her up... (repeat to fade)