
Don't Fall Asleep...
Silly country, comedic storytelling, 110 BPM, acoustic guitar strumming, honky-tonk piano, twangy pedal steel, upright bass, male vocals with Southern drawl, humorous delivery, tongue-in-cheek, classic country production, warm analog feel, sing-along chorus

Don't Fall Asleep...
Silly country, comedic storytelling, 110 BPM, acoustic guitar strumming, honky-tonk piano, twangy pedal steel, upright bass, male vocals with Southern drawl, humorous delivery, tongue-in-cheek, classic country production, warm analog feel, sing-along chorus
Lyrics
Intro, Twangy guitar and honky-tonk piano
Verse 1
Well I worked all week at the factory line
Thought I'd treat myself to a real good time
Walked into that club with cash to burn
But boys, let me tell you what I had to learn
Pre-Chorus
I was good and relaxed from more beers than I could count
She said "Relax honey" and I sure did, no doubt
The lights were low and the music played
And that's when my big mistake was made
Chorus, Upbeat with gang vocals
Don't fall asleep during the lapdance (don't do it!)
They'll take everything you got
They'll say you sat through ten whole songs
And threaten you right there on the spot
She wasn't even there when I woke up (where'd she go?)
Just a bouncer and a bill
So trust me boys, know your limit
Or you'll be payin' still
Verse 2
I opened my eyes to fluorescent lights
Some big ol' fella said "Pay up tonight"
I said "Ten songs? I was out cold, friend!"
He said "That ain't my problem, this ain't the end"
Pre-Chorus
My wallet's cryin', my pride is shot
More beers than I could count, that's what I bought
No book or school could teach this rule
Just a drunk tired man playin' the fool
Chorus
Don't fall asleep during the lapdance (stay awake now!)
They'll take everything you got
They'll say you sat through ten whole songs
And threaten you right there on the spot
She wasn't even there when I woke up (vanished like smoke!)
Just a receipt and regret
So take it from me, young fellas
This advice you won't forget
Bridge, Spoken with twang
Now I ain't sayin' don't have fun
But if you're drunk AND tired, son, your night is done
Go home, sleep it off in your own bed
'Cause that champagne room'll cost your whole paycheck instead
Final Chorus, Big sing-along
Don't fall asleep during the lapdance (I'm beggin' ya!)
They'll take everything you got
They'll say you sat through ten whole songs
And threaten you right there on the spot
She wasn't even there when I woke up (poof, she's gone!)
Just lessons learned the hard way
So heed my words, watch the beer count
Or you're gonna have a real bad day!
Outro, Slowing down, spoken
Trust me... just don't fall asleep during the lapdance.
