Didn’t think anybody’d listen to me.
After all it’s not much of a sad story.
Transmission blown to hell points and ball joints
As well but you know it’s your one chance to flee.
And all the teetotalers say, “In for a penny,
In for a pound” They don’t like that feeling
That keeps the head a reeling around.
What can a thirsty man do but take his
Piggy bank and shake it upside down.
On the other side of town, on the other side of town,
Just drinking on the other side of town.
On the other side of town, big pink elephants dance around,
When you’re drinking on the other side of town.
And though my voice my crack I believe my argument’s clear.
I’ll be living my life you’ll be saying the end is near.
But I ain’t contemplating suicide. No I’m climbing in
this shitty ride, and grinding through the gears.
They say sobriety is something
but it doesn’t help you sleep very sound.
I believe a drink or two could wind you down.
Number three will set you free, and brother take it from me,
There ain’t a number I’m gonna put down.