my baby told me she would me on the street stood behind a lamppost, I could see her feet now I'm not one to grumble, don't want to be a but that bitch Jane Fonda's got a lot to answer for told the women of the world the only way to win out `til you burn out and you'll get super slim i rushed her to the and called the maitre d', oh help me fill her up, her up up, load 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 and think what you're doing to your body with this evil drink said the poison that you're buying gonna eat your brain i said you'd better up before you go insane her off her soapbox, rushed her to the bar, and shouted fill her up, her up down `em, `em her to the top fill her up, her up keep `em coming, keep `em let them stop that's right, one tequilla sunrise a little umbrella on it okay, a bloody mary a little shot of bourbon on the side too moaning minnies out to spoil our fun watch out for sister the one who bangs the drum bang the now you may think i'm worried by the screwballs that i just to prove i'm not i'll throw a party in the everyone's invited, but you've got to take the leave behind scruples, let me take you to the edge everything in moderation the golden rule take away all pleasure, seems kind of cruel to give the people power got to give fuel, so i say fill em up, em up em, feed em em to the top fill em up, em up everybody, never let it em up, fill em up lead em, em em to the top fill em up, em up everybody, never let it her up, fill her up... (repeat to fade)