The Drinking Song

Ain’t got no wife. Ain’t got no house.
Ain’t got nobody to care about.
Ain’t got no job. Ain’t got no car.
You always said that I’d go far.

Binge drinking got me into trouble.
Just another double and maybe I’ll quit.
Binge drinking got me into trouble.
Just another double and maybe I’ll quit.

Ain’t got no prospects, the cupboard’s bare,
but you can’t tell by the clothes I wear.
Ain’t got no feelings, except for numb.
To all advice I’m deaf and dumb.

I know, the devil licks his lips
when I raise a glass to mine.
I know, he’s waiting for me there
but somehow I’ve got to pass the time.

Binge drinking got me into trouble.
Just another double and maybe I’ll quit.
Binge drinking got me into trouble.
Just another double and maybe I’ll quit,
maybe I’ll quit, maybe I’ll quit, maybe I’ll quit.