Tore Up (From the Floor Up)

The Halley DeVestern Band


Tore Up (From the Floor Up)

Tom Heinig/Halley DeVestern


Tore up from the floor up

Oh, here I go again

Tore up from the floor up

I don’t know when to say when

Tore up from the floor up

Beat up from the feet up

Tore up from the floor up

[Verse 1]:

Baby’s got the rabies

Whole crew’s got ‘em too

I think I got Ebola

Or just the Johnnie Walker flu…(Ebola)

We played that club till 2 am

and left about nine or ten

don’t know who’s wrist my watch is on

Ain’t never gonna see it again


[Verse 2]:

Well, I guess it’s beer for breakfast

And another for dessert

Ain’t no coffee in this motel room

One beer couldn’t make it any worse

Where’s the dog that bit me

I need a little hair

Woke up with my clothes on

But I lost my underwear



Who’s that barking in the bathtub?

They left a rainbow sheen behind

Wish the room would stop spinning

Wish I could just die

Don’t talk to me about the waffle house

I ain’t going to the waffle house

Go on and get outta here with that waffle talk, dude

[Instrumental break with vocal ad lib]


(spoken ad libs, “I swear, if I live through this, I will never mix champagne and tequila again”...etc.)