once upon a time with a taste so fine
we drank some good old wine some of the time didn't we?
people'd come, say hey y'all it's beer last call
and I thought they were kiddin me
I used to puke it out
on my knees with it comin out
now I don't think it's proud
as I lay there retchng loud
and having to be wiping it up for real...

how it was real,
how it was real
filtered through a sock
I know of what I talk
drinking rolling rock

I went to the finest bars all right, when lonely
but I know I only used to get pissed in them
nobody ever thought to throw me out in the street
and now I think back of the pissups and remember when
I drank bud as a compromise
but they were small, just the mini size
this is not my alibi
as I stared out of those bloodshot eyes
and I heard, Hey mal, how do you feel???

how it was real,
how it was real
filtered through a sock
I know of what I talk
drinking rolling rock

I never went to town to see the frowns on the strip bar girls those clowns
when they all'd come down and do strips for me
they never understood, and I never got wood
shouldn't let other people show their t*ts to you
used to find that throne worse when I was very fat
puking again, and then in fell my hat
oh hell, then I'd discovered that
my sandwich as well went splat
and then there was a pounding of pain in my head still....

.
how it was real,
how it was real
filtered through a sock
I know of what I talk
drinking rolling rock

watchin all the drinkers and the wino sipping thinkers
they're drinkin, thinkin, they got it made
exchanging what the waitress brings
as they're spending pogey, everything, cause now they got it, babe
they used to feel so abused
at Crabby jacks, and oh the language that they used
buy cheaper draft at cost, and buy it in twos
they all got nothing, the waitress won't refuse
they're all drunk again now,and pain is what tey can't feel..



how it was real,
how it was real
filtered through a sock
I know of what I talk
drinking rolling rock