She's getting hammered

On Alabama slammers

Three drinks ago no

He wouldn't stand a chance

He's sipping whiskey

Feelin' confident and frisky

Writes Slow Hand on a twenty

And slips it to the band

By the end of the first verse they're on the floor

By the end of the song they're out the door

Spirits are up inhibitions are down

Same story's unfolding all over town

From the barroom to the bedroom

The path's weathered and worn

This is how illegitimate children are born

So it's his place or hers

Whichover comes first

They're all the way to second base

In the back of the cab

It's hard to resist that liquored up lust

And it's easy to think it might be love

When spirits are up inhibitions are down

Same story's unfolding all over town

From the barroom to the bedroom

The path's weathered and worn

This is how illegitimate children are born

Strangers and slow songs

Barstools and backeast

Lead to bottles and babies

Ask cabbies and barkeeps

When spirits are up inhibitions are down

Same story's unfolding all over town

From the barroom to the bedroom

The path's weathered and worn

This is how illegitimate children are born

Yeah this is how illegitimate children are born