I ain't got no back porch I ain't got a rocking chair I got a dirty old coat I got shaky hands And a face like a grizzly bear I'm an old wino and I scare all the ladies Yeah you might say that I'm a bum But I'm sure wired up to the Honky Red And that good Gold Anchor rum When I need a drink I'm chained to a sink I'm please and thank you ma'am But when I got a head full of Honky Red I don't give no good goddamn I fought in your wars now I sleep in your doors An' I left my leg in France All that remains is a ghostly pain When the mornings get too damp I come from the styx I got grade six And I ain't much in demand. I deliver hand bills and I steal red pills From the boys in the who*ehouse band When I need a drink I'm stains on a sink I'm please and thank you ma'am But when I got a head full of Honky Red I don't give no good goddamn I've got me a girl that I see sometimes She's damn near half a ton In a furnished room in the Joyceville pen I got me a no good son But I'll keep me a head full of Honky Red 'til the Reaper tolls the bell If I'm as high when I die as I was when I lived I'll be in heaven as sure as hell When I need a drink I'm stains on a sink I'm please and thank you ma'am But when I got a head full of Honky Red I don't give no good goddamn When I need a drink I'm stains on a sink I'm please and thank you ma'am But when I got a head full of Honky Red I don't give no good goddamn