Yesterday I woke up with a bad taste in my mouth,like I’d gobbled a couple of ferrets from one of those less reputable places
down South.
I hoped to find something more to drink
but it had all gone down the bathroom sink.
I wanted hair of the dog that bit
but there was none left in that climate.

And I know I’ve been wrong to just keep going on
with this whole awful song that keeps going along about booze.
About booze…

Yesterday I got up and I swore never again.
I struggled to keep my eyes closed to escape some of the pain.
The day remained quite cruel to me
but I survived, as you can see.
I’m here today to tell the tale
though I still crave the taste of ale

and I know that I will for a very long time
it’ll stay deep in me like a wind in a chime about booze.
About booze…