[Instrumental] [Verse] Oooohh whee look at me looking for some sympathy It’s the same old story of a man and his search for glory And he found it there underneath the bottle Things are never good things go from bad to weird Hey gimme another Scotch with my beer I’m sad to say I feel the same today as I always do Gimme a drink to relax me Oooohh whee liquor set me free I can’t do no work The shake’s inside me Ah shucks I got the lousiest luck I’m sick of this Underneath the bottle Seven days make a week on two of them I sleep I can’t remember what the heck I was doing I got bruises on my legs from I can’t remember when I fell down some stairs I was lyin’ underneath the bottle Oooohh whee son of a B. You get so down you can’t get any lower So long world you play too rough And it’s getting me all mixed up I lost my pride and it’s hiddin’ There underneath the bottle [Instrumental]