My bulldog is barking in the backyard 
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave 
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing 
Disturbance going to crucify my days 
 
And the days they get longer and longer 
And the nighttime is a time of little use 
For I just get ugly and older 
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose 
 
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning 
I get bombed for dinner time and tea 
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time 
I'm a genuine example of a social disease 
 
My landlady lives in a caravan 
Well that is when she isn't in my arms 
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness 
But my liquor also helps to grease her palms 
 
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles 
And they're falling apart at the seams 
Well I just get high on tequila 
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams