Party Pickin’ (1967) Songtext
von George Jones & Melba Montgomery

Well that was quite a crazy party
I laughed until my stomach hurt
Yes, I see that you enjoyed it
By the lipstick on your shirt

Now won′t you stop that party pickin'
What did I do to be ashamed
You′re the one that needs the lickin'
I'm the one that gets the blame

Now, you′re not such a perfect angel
You had quite a ball yourself
Yes, I sat and held your glass dear
While you danced with someone else

Now won′t you stop that party pickin'
What did I do to be ashamed
You′re the one that needs the lickin'
I′m the one that gets the blame


Seven dances with Johnny Michael
Don't you think that was too much?
Eight or ten is much more like it
And I think he′s got a crush!

Now won't you stop that party pickin'
What did I do to be ashamed
You′re the one that needs the lickin′
I'm the one that gets the blame

Nighty night
I think I′m gonna rest here
The floor's much warmer than your bed
Thank the lord, I need the rest, dear
You can have this rockin′ chair

Now won't you stop that party pickin′
What did I do to be ashamed
You're the one that needs the lickin'
I′m the one that gets the blame

Love, I think I hear a tiger, whoa!
Sweets, please tell me what to do
Hey, you better move on over
′Cause, I'm a tiger fightin′ too


You just got that party pickin'
What did I do to be ashamed
You′re the one that needs the lickin'
I′m the one that gets the blame

He never told her that he can't do now
(Meow!), I heard you, my pet
'Cause, you′re a sweetest angel
(But I′m all over it)