I left out late on Friday
To explore the SCA
And have some fun outside the mundane
I had a good weekend
I made a few new friends
Woke up next to some one ... don't remember his name

Chorus:
Wasted away again at an SCA event,
Searching for my lost pair of pants.
Some people say that Boogie's Juice is to blame,
But I know, It's the SCA's fault.

There was this one guy
And he caught my eye
Thought I might even end up in his tent
But wait, there's another
Better ass than the other
Typical Loch Bais Birthday event

While the others were drumming
I was out slumming
Of course I was some place I shouldn't have been
But if I get into trouble
Hey, that was my double
Everyone knows I'm a lesbian

I thought he was single
And oh, did he mingle
He was hitting on every female in sight
It's true what they all say
All's fair in the sca
As long as he gets an okay from his wife

Hey, where is my goblet?
And why are my clothes wet?
And where are those condoms I stuck in my pouch?
Can't remember too much
But I think I lost my lunch
Right after Doc kissed that guy on the mouth

We all exchanged numbers
Made plans for late summer
Loaded the car, time to head back to town
Next time I'll stay sober
Won't feel quite as runned over
I'll learn when to put the idiot's juice down....

It's a Sunday morning,
And Boogie's still snoring,
Just found out I'm naked and I don't know why.
A mug in my left hand,
Duct tape on my right hand,
If I figured it out I bet I would cry.

Corey hit on a female,
Said he'd make her chain maille,
She said no thanks, cuz I don't like men.
He drank eight more beers,
Then he burst out in tears,
So sick of those damned dark haired lesbians!

She said she was eighteen,
Found out she was fourteen,
Oh, God, I'm acting like Strutts all again!
She worked at the front gate,
We said we'd be up late,
If she wanted a short hairy friend.

They swore it wasn't Tequila,
On the floor I'm gonna,
land, then everyone will have fun!
Those damn Freudian slips,
I really should quit these trips
Become a hermit, stay out of the sun.

Squid screamed for the Moose song,
We sang it all wrong,
I guess we're thinker than drunk we all are.
One more verse of bestiality,
Then I'll pass out by my tree,
Who knew there were fifteen Northern stars???