Lady Whiskey, such a sad sight, stumblin' as she walks.She even hates herself sometimes.Keep her clear, for it's Satu
rday night.Drowns her sorrow, eases her pain,Waits for tomorrow, when she'll do the same again.Lady Whiskey's got a man, h
er man is just like her -Tries to fit the key in the doorWhen he comes home Saturday night.Drowns his sorrow, eases his pai
n,Waits for tomorrow, when he'll do the same again.Lady Whiskey's got a son, got a daughter, too.Son don't play, but the da
ughter's on the wayWhen she comes home Saturday night.Lady Whiskey, she gets sick when she goes downtown.One day drink's go
nna put her down -She won't come home Saturday night.