My Bulldog Is Barking In The Backyard
Enough To Raise A Dead Man From His Grave
And I Can't Concentrate On What I'm Doing
Disturbance Going To Crucify My Days

And The Days They Get Longer And Longer
And The Nighttime Is A Time Of Little Use
For I Just Get Ugly And Older
I Get Juiced On Mateus And Just Hang Loose

And I Get Bombed For Breakfast In The Morning
I Get Bombed For Dinner Time And Tea
I Dress In Rags, Smell A Lot, And Have A Real Good Time
I'm A Genuine Example Of A Social Disease

My Landlady Lives In A Caravan
Well That Is When She Isn't In My Arms
And It Seems I Pay The Rent In Human Kindness
But My Liquor Also Helps To Grease Her Palms

And The Ladies Are All Getting Wrinkles
And They're Falling Apart At The Seams
Well I Just Get High On Tequila
And See Visions Of Vineyards In My Dreams