Soak up way too much absinthe,
That’s why I act so wrong.
I get rubber legs, and when I talk, I blubber;
My get-up’s a sarong.
Because when I start swiggin’,
It is out that I am wiggin’
And I swig absinthe every night.
I am a sight; I do things not right,
I act a fright ’cause my mind’s alight.

I’m an absinthe fool, I’m an absinthe fool.

Don’t drink it neat—it’s a sugary treat
And it can’t be beat.
Yeah, I’m an absinthe fool, I’m an absinthe fool.

I drink the stuff. . .all messed up
And my thoughts are ill.
I walk into that place down there
And that’s where I start the drill.
When they see me comin’,
They all step aside.
They cringe: “This dick does his sick shtik—
His synapses is fried! He’s an
Absinthe fool; he’s an
Absinthe fool!”

I’m keepin’ on; I ain’t withdrawn. (3x)
My mind near totally gone, ’cause I’m an
Absinthe fool, I’m an
Absinthe fool.

Nosir, nosir, nosir,
I ain’t got it together, no.

Got my very own dipso throes, hey!
Won’t flirt with smokin’, it’s a chokin’ bane.
A spoon through which water flows.
I am really sumpin’
It up most every day.
I soak it till I’m soaked,
Drink, then more I drink.
In the matins, the price I’ll pay. I’m an
Absinthe fool, I’m an
Absinthe fool. . . .

But now, I’m totally gone, ’cause I’m an. . . (3x)
[drool]