With a little red wine beneath my belt
I breathe breath that can melt the paint off doors
A tongue to strip the polish off a parquet floor smooth
Wake up in the morning with a concertina cough
My coke-encrusted lungs a’fluttering like a pigeon loft
Brown-top-fingers fumble for the first days fag
Stick it in my face and
(Cough)
What a drag
Once my skin was soft as a hard-boiled egg
I held the whole wide globe in the palm of my leg
I was the clear-eyed pride of an upright man
Now I’m a downright sot-of-a-son and that’s sad
But I’m trying real hard, think I’ve served my time
In the purple-stained arms of the daughter of the vine
I’d like to settle down but first I gotta settle up With the understanding man in the embalming-fluid shop
'Cause I got swinging jowls, a puke-box and an ulcer
My ole arteries are hardening just fine, do it That sounded so authentic, like to thank you
Bubs and Ric for your wholesome country fiddling
And I love the way you pick your noses while you’re waiting
Will there be another take? I hope not
'Cause I’m knackered and I’m dying for a snakes
Get home early morning and I throw myself in bed
Asleep my mouth wide-open, me woman thinks I’m dead
She kicks me, I start grunting, she knows that I’m alright
Disgusting in the darkness, I’ve been boozing through the night
Yeah, I’m snoring like a rhino, she gives a little dig
I roll onto my side and I start
(Snort)
Like a pig
Now she starts to rabbit, you should hear the way she talks
«You see so many bottles, why don’t you get yourself a cork?»
Gotta glass in my hand, gotta bottle gonna guzzle
Gotta stop, gotta go, maybe buy myself a muzzle