I’m sitting on my own again having my third and last drink
It’s always large Whyte & MacKay that seems to help me think
Why am I so damn regimented not wanting far more
I guess I know the answer I have been there and it’s sore.
Sitting here once again drinking my life away
I’ve not had much of a life but I am here anyway
The Devil can look and he’s maybe quite sore
Cause I ain’t giving up cause I am keeping score.