Wine, Women and Loud Happy Songs

Look at me now, ain't I a sight?

Eyes bloody red, face puffy white.

Hair tangled up and wrinkled old clothes,

I'm a living example of a big overdose of:

Wine, women and loud happy songs,

I had all three but none lasted long.

The women ran off, i drank all the wine

And the songs died away when i ran out of dimes.

It's strange how the wine works on a fool,

It seeps through his mind, leaves him glued to the stool.

Women leave you wishing you'd just never been

But the songs makes you happy, soon you're searching again for:

Wine, women and loud happy songs,

I had all three but none lasted long.

The women ran off, i drank all the wine

And the songs died away when i ran out of dimes.