Last Time is the first track from Ike Reilly's 2001 debut recording Salesmen and Racists. The final stanza of this song gives rise to the title of the CD.

This song contains several politically incorrect phrases and talks about how friendly he acts toward the people he sees living on the other side of the tracks. And while the lyrics say one thing, the caustic sarcasm behind them says exactly the opposite.

Oh, and he starts off by telling us about his lack of prowess in bed and his lover faking her orgasm -- but that he wasn't fooled.

Any errors are mine, but there are only a couple of words I'm not sure of... "tunnel" is a bit unclear. I've seen 'throttle' in other listings.

Last Time

Last time... I couldn't make you cum
Last time... you didn't fake me out
Last time... I got a little bit wasted
But this time I don't think you'll mind
'Cause I'm funny

A jew, a black, a paddy and a queer
We're ridin' in a seaplane before it disappeared
Who goes to hell and who goes surfin'?
Who's gonna be a meal for the urchins, now?

It's goin' down
It's goin' down
It's goin' down
It's goin' down

Last time... I had dinner with a racist
Last time... I just fell asleep
Last time... I got a little bit wasted
And dreamed of a plane crashin' into the sea

If I go down in a plane I'll go to hell
But I'll leave all my shit to my friends in a will
You could have my Crown Vic, and you could have my debt
You could have my weakness and my regrets

Sweetheart take your dumptruck memories and
bury them in the cold, cold ground
I'll come back for some dead man's lovin'
You'll need to cum, I'll need to tunnel down

It's goin' down
It's goin' down
It's goin' down
It's goin' down

Last time... I couldn't make you cum
Last time... you didn't fake me out
Last time... I got a little bit wasted
But this time I don't think you'll mind
'Cause I'm funny

Yeah, I'm funny
Yeah, I'm funny
Yeah, I'm funny
Yeah, I'm funny

Last time... I did dinner with a racist
Last time... I just fell asleep
Last time... I got a little bit wasted
And dreamed of a plane crashin' into the sea

Last time... I couldn't make you cum
Last time... you didn't fake me out
Last time... I got a little bit wasted
But this time I don't think you'll mind

Salesmen, racists, and football stars
All hangin' out at the hotel bar
Tellin' those jokes, clearin' their throats
Drinkin' their dinner an' smokin' my dope
Well I will smile an' I'll backslap
And laugh at those jokes and gladly shake their hands

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