My bulldog is barking in the backyard
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
And I cant concentrate on what Im 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
Im a genuine example of a social disease
My landlady lives in a caravan
Well that is when she isnt 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 theyre falling apart at the seams
Well I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams
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