Wino Song

It really does in your head
To see the winos stew their liver
Choking decoking their lungs
That cry out sadly for some cleaner air
Kissing their common law wives
They're cheek to cheek, bristle to bristle
No wonder he hits the jug
She's got more facial hair than he has

And do I see myself here
Beside a hatful of beer in time
With lady luck by my side
A rhythm queen on the slide
Together on a bench we'll sing in harmony

She just can't work out her feet
Not sure if there are two or four now
Her blue faced love dances around
With all the demons that he knows by name
And don't the rain cool him down
As he lies singing to the pavement
That pissed Caruso is in concert
For all if we don't trip on his head

And do I see myself here
Beside a hatful of beer in time
With lady luck by my side
A rhythm queen on the slide
Together on a bench we'll sing in harmony

And do I see myself here
Beside a hatful of beer in time
With lady luck by my side
A rhythm queen on the slide
Together on a bench we'll sing in harmony

It really does in your head
To see the winos stew their liver
Choking decoking their lungs
That cry out sadly for some cleaner air
Kissing their common law wives
They're cheek to cheek, bristle to bristle (I think she's growing a beard)
No wonder he hits the jug
She's got more facial hair than he has