| Lyrics: | 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 |
