Well, I had some trouble walkin', just the other day,
From high lead low life rot gut whiskey bottom shelf.
That low price hell brew, it's just the booze I do,
As I soon find out I'm stewed.
And then I went and lost my lunch. On rye I ralphed.

And I'm already zonked,
And I'm reelin' gonged,
And I will sing so thickly fogged. woo, hoo,hoo, Uh-huh, woo,hoo,hoo

And those letters please don’t quote me, is it "Q" comes after "Y"?
And at best I belt them down bad to get drink tight.
On a bender thus, I hurl, as I chuck up on my tie,
I can drink in bars the swill until it's light. (All night)

'Cause I'm already bombed,
And my beer drink's strong,
I will drink this whisky gone, woo, hoo,hoo, woo,hoo,hoo

------ Instrumental Interbrewed ------

Some Old Crow® or mountain dew, I'll belt me down,
Heavin' throws, I mustn't do these drinking sprees.
So ralphin' slime I'm slappin', ‘cause I did imbibe the grains,
And I didn't even know I had to pee.

Poor me, I already bombed,
From the still, so strong,
I will drink this whisky gone,
Such an unsteady calm,
Yes, I'm all heady stoned.
And I'm feelin' zoned.
As I sing, so thickly fogged,
From that all mighty grog,
Yes, I'm already bombed,
Already zonked,
All night, until light...

(FADE TO OBLIVION)