I go around and round and round this stupid town
Stepping in the same puddle moving in the wrong direction
I’m found and lost and found and lost and found
A week ago I had soulmate
Now I got her cat and I’m cooking on a hot plate
It’s alright I just accept my fate
Head down to the club to find me a date
Goin’ down to the Sweet Spot lookin’ for a cheap shot
Find a redhead and take her for a twirl
Liquor in the front, poker in the rear
And a man in traction is gettin’ all the girls
There’s always a handful of nurses at the bar
Blowing off a little steam after their shift
It’s right next to the hospital, they don’t even need a car
Me and the boys look alright
Goin’ down to the club try to pick a fight
I could use a fat lip or an allergic reaction
Any luck I might end up in traction
Goin’ down to the Sweet Spot lookin’ for a cheap shot
Find a redhead and take her for a twirl
Liquor in the front, poker in the rear
And a man in traction is gettin’ all the girls
I don’t need cool clothes
I need anesthesiology
A chick busted my nose
Called it reverse psychology
Barely made it out alive
Ears still ringing to the Bachman Turner Overdrive
Everywhere you look there’s firecrackers on the floor
And dancing little dipshits who made it in past the bouncer
If you show up handsome he’ll mess you up at the door
Me and the boys we look alright
Goin’ down to the club try to pick a fight
I could use a black eye to get some action
With any luck I might end up in traction
Goin’ down to the Sweet Spot lookin’ for a cheap shot
Find a redhead and take her for a twirl
Liquor in the front, poker in the rear
And a man in traction is gettin’ all the girls
The man in traction is gettin’ all the girls
Down at The Sweet Spot
Liquor in the front, poker in the rear
And the man in traction
Is buying everybody a beer