She's getting' hammered On Alabama Slammers Three drinks ago, no He wouldn't stand a chance He's sippin' 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 out 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 Whichever 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 that 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 backseats 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