| Lyrics: | Here is a story about a sinner,
He used to be a winner who enjoyed a life of prominence and
position,
But the pressures at the office and his socialite engagements,
And his selfish
wife's fanatical ambition,
It turned him to the booze,
And he got mixed up with a floosie
And she led him to a life of indecision.
The floosie made him spend his dole
She left
him lying on Skid Row
A drunken lag in some Salvation Army Mission.
It's such a shame.
Oh demon alcohol,
Sad memories I cannot recall,
Who thought I would say,
Damn it all and blow it all,
Oh demon alcohol,
Memories I cannot recall,
Who
thought I would fall a slave to demon alcohol.
Barley wine pink gin,
He'll drink
anything,
Port, pernod or tequila,
Rum, scotch, vodka on the rocks,
As long as all
his troubles disappeared.
But he messed up his life and he beat up his wife,
And the
floosie's gone and found another sucker
She's gonna turn him on to drink
She's gonna lead
him to the brink
And when his money's gone,
She'll leave him in the gutter,
It's such
a shame.
Oh demon alcohol,
Sad memories I cannot recall,
Who thought I would
fall,
A slave to demon alcohol. |
