It's now December thirty-first, the race has just begun
The drunks are all out tryin' to prove who'll have the biggest fun.
They'll check out all the parties and from bar to bar they'll roam.
Then those who do not pass dead out will try to make it home.

Lost in a drunk and foggy haze they'll stumble from the bars.
And like a bunch of morons, they'll hop into their cars.
They'll be out there a -weavin', the terror of the road.
Because they just can't handle such an alcoholic load!

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The roads are like a battlefield on every New Year's Eve.
You gotta dodge the drunks or else they'll make your mother grieve.
They'll hit the roads a -weavin' and they'll spin those cars around.
And if you're out there driving then they just might cut you down!

The cops will man the checkpoints all through that fatal night.
They'll catch a few inebriates and lock 'em all up tight.
But still all through the wee hours, you'll hear that screeching sound
And when the smoke has cleared away, another drunk is down

For hours through the weary night they'll try to dodge the fuzz.
The designated drivers, too, have surely caught a buzz.
So if you're out there driving, you really shouldn't be.
'Cause one out of four drivers has a sky-high B.A.C.!

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The few who wake on New Year's Day to see the mornin' sun.
They prob'ly won't remember how they made their drunken run.
But when the cops knock at the door and say "Please come with us!"
They'll have to pay the consequence for causin' such a fuss!

So sober drivers everywhere, please take a tip from me.
Stay off the roads this night or else departed you may be!
Sleep over at your buddy's house on sofas, floors or bunks.
Yes, live to see the New Year! Leave the dying to the drunks!

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