Underneath The Bottle

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, 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 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 bruise on my leg

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