Monday, January 23, 2006
The Vodka Blues
Boy have I got the Vodka Blues
I'm talking about bad news and tomato juice.
Piss in ya pants and lose ya girlfriend blues.
Bad breath and a headache the size of the moon.
I'm getting out of bed maybe tomorrow afternoon.
Where's all my money, and my tummy has ballooned,
Somewhere a violin is playing for me, horrribly out of tune.
I'm talking about bad news and tomato juice.
Piss in ya pants and lose ya girlfriend blues.
Bad breath and a headache the size of the moon.
I'm getting out of bed maybe tomorrow afternoon.
Where's all my money, and my tummy has ballooned,
Somewhere a violin is playing for me, horrribly out of tune.