I’m in the bag—many tastes and how I’m stewed.
I’m in the bag—guess I shoulda had some food.
Oh, swiggin’
(swiggin’ booze and poorly speakin’,
fumblin’ words because I’m drinkin’)
hooch for most of the day
(oh, I should have had some eatin’
I’m unsteady where I’m feetin’),
swirl and spill much booze
(ooh, I swill much booze)
(I’ll always love booze)
any day, any way.

I’m in the bag—many tastes have got me high.
I’m in the bag—I’m gonna cry if I go dry.
So, swirl
(swillin’ booze and poorly speakin’,
mumblin’ words because I’m drinkin’)
that Curaçao that’s so blue
(and I know that stuff is sweet ’n’
still I like to be depletin’).
I still love to
(Blue, I still love to),
I’ll always love blue
(ooh, I’ll always love blue)
any day, any way

Oh, bigger
(oh, bigger snorts, what I am seeking—
that can be a scourge o’ drinkin’).
Snorts, not les femmes, chercher
(so off for more I am sneakin’;
into my maw more is leakin’).
Swirlin’ that loved juice
(I don’t mean love juice!).
I’ll always love juice
Any day, any way. . . .