Vivian Stanshall - Bout of Sobriety lyrics

With a little red wine beneath my belt I breathe breath that can melt the paint off doors A tongue to strip the polish off a parquet floor smooth Wake up in the morning with a concertina cough My coke-encrusted lungs a'fluttering like a pigeon loft Brown-top-fingers fumble for the first days f*g Stick it in my face and (Cough) What a drag Once my skin was soft as a hard-boiled egg I held the whole wide globe in the palm of my leg I was the clear-eyed pride of an upright man Now I'm a downright sot-of-a-son and that's sad But I'm trying real hard, think I've served my time In the purple-stained arms of the daughter of the vine I'd like to settle down but first I gotta settle up With the understanding man in the embalming-fluid shop 'Cause I got swinging jowls, a puke-box and an ulcer My ole arteries are hardening just fine, do it That sounded so authentic, like to thank you Bubs and Ric for your wholesome country fiddling And I love the way you pick your noses while you're waiting Will there be another take? I hope not 'Cause I'm knackered and I'm dying for a snakes Get home early morning and I throw myself in bed Asleep my mouth wide-open, me woman thinks I'm dead She kicks me, I start grunting, she knows that I'm alright Disgusting in the darkness, I've been boozing through the night Yeah, I'm snoring like a rhino, she gives a little dig I roll onto my side and I start (Snort) Like a pig Now she starts to rabbit, you should hear the way she talks "You see so many bottles, why don't you get yourself a cork?" Gotta gla** in my hand, gotta bottle gonna guzzle Gotta stop, gotta go, maybe buy myself a muzzle