Standard (EADGBE)

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 nightime is a time of little use

 For I just get ugly and older

I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose

Chorus

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning

I get bombed for dinnertime 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 palm

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

Chorus

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning

I get bombed for dinnertime and tea

I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time

 I'm a genuine example,,, of a social disease

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

Chorus

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 hart of gold

 I'm a genuine example ,,, a social disease of