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With a little red wine beneath my belt

I breathe breath that can melt the paint off doors

A tongue to strip the polish off a parquet floor smooth

Wake up in the morning with a concertina cough

My coke-encrusted lungs a’fluttering like a pigeon loft

Brown-top-fingers fumble for the first days fag

Stick it in my face and

(Cough)

What a drag

Once my skin was soft as a hard-boiled egg

I held the whole wide globe in the palm of my leg

I was the clear-eyed pride of an upright man

Now I’m a downright sot-of-a-son and that’s sad

But I’m trying real hard, think I’ve served my time

In the purple-stained arms of the daughter of the vine

I’d like to settle down but first I gotta settle up

With the understanding man in the embalming-fluid shop

'Cause I got swinging jowls, a puke-box and an ulcer

My ole arteries are hardening just fine, do it

That sounded so authentic, like to thank you

Bubs and Ric for your wholesome country fiddling

And I love the way you pick your noses while you’re waiting

Will there be another take? I hope not

'Cause I’m knackered and I’m dying for a snakes

Get home early morning and I throw myself in bed

Asleep my mouth wide-open, me woman thinks I’m dead

She kicks me, I start grunting, she knows that I’m alright

Disgusting in the darkness, I’ve been boozing through the night

Yeah, I’m snoring like a rhino, she gives a little dig

I roll onto my side and I start

(Snort)

Like a pig

Now she starts to rabbit, you should hear the way she talks

«You see so many bottles, why don’t you get yourself a cork?»

Gotta glass in my hand, gotta bottle gonna guzzle

Gotta stop, gotta go, maybe buy myself a muzzle

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