• Songwriters: Sam Lucid, Jimmy Law

Cruising down the street with a bottle of rum in his trunk
Pat's trying to get drunk
He's gonna make it to Atlantic City one way or another, oh oh
Well, if it takes twenty years and a whole lot of tears just for Pat to shake his bones,
He doesn't care what you say
Atlantic City's where he'll roam

Talking 'bout a Trunk Rum
Well, Pat's about to be a drunk one
We're talking 'bout a Trunk Rum
Well, Pat's about to be a drunk one

Cruisin' fast down the underpass
Red and blue lights, cops are on his ass
Well, how long can he make it last
'Til he takes another bump out from his stash?
Well, he just hit 90 and they're right behind him
Smoke coming out of his car
He's getting worried and he's in a hurry
Know he won't make it far

Talking 'bout a Trunk Rum
Well, Pat's about to be a drunk one
We're talking 'bout a Trunk Rum
Well, Pat's about to be a drunk one

Cruising down the street with a bottle of rum in his trunk
Pat's trying to get drunk
He's gonna make it to Atlantic City one way or another, oh oh
Well, if it takes twenty years and a whole lot of tears just for Pat to shake his bones,
He doesn't care what you say
Atlantic City's where he'll roam

Talking 'bout a Trunk Rum
Well, Pat's about to be a drunk one
We're talking 'bout a Trunk Rum
Well, Pat's about to be a drunk one

Talking 'bout a Trunk Rum
Well, Pat's about to be a drunk one
We're talking 'bout a Trunk Rum
Well, Pat's about to be a drunk one
Talking 'bout a Trunk Rum
Talking 'bout a Trunk Rum
Talking 'bout a Trunk Rum