Oooohh whee, look at me, looking for some sympathyIt's the same old story, of a man and his search for gloryAnd he fo
und it, underneath the bottleThings are never good, things go from bad to weirdHey gimme another Scotch with my beerI'm sad
to say, I feel the same today, as I always doGimme a drink to relax meOooohh whee, liquor set free, I can't do no workThe sh
ake's inside meAh shucks, I got the lousiest luck, I'm sick of thisUnderneath the bottleSeven days make a week, on two of th
em I sleepI can't remember what the heck I was doingI got bruise on my leg from I can't remember whenI fell down some stairs
I was lyin' underneath the bottleOooohh whee, son of a B.You get so down, you can't get any lowerSo long world, you play to
o roughAnd it's getting me all mixed upI lost my pride and it's hiddin'There, underneath the bottle