My bulldog is barking in the backyard Enough to raise a dead man from his grave And I can`t concentrate on what I`m doing Disturbance going to crucify my days
And the days they get longer and longer And the nighttime is a time of little use For I just get ugly and older I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning I get bombed for dinner time and tea I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time I`m a genuine example of a social disease
My landlady lives in a caravan Well that is when she isn`t in my arms And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness But my liquor also helps to grease her palms
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles And they`re falling apart at the seams Well I just get high on tequila And see visions of vineyards in my dreams
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