Underneath The Bottle

Oooohh whee, look at me 
Looking for some sympathy 
It's the same old story 
Of a man and his search for glory 
And he found it, underneath the bottle 

Things are never good 
Things go from bad to weird 
Hey gimme another Scotch with my beer 
I'm sad to say 
I feel the same today, as I always do 
Gimme a drink to relax me 

Oooohh whee, liquor set free 
I can't do no work 
The shake's inside me 
Ah shucks, I got the lousiest luck 
I'm sick of this 
Underneath the bottle 

Seven days make a week 
On two of them I sleep 
I can't remember 
What the heck I was doing 
I got bruise on my leg 
From I can't remember when 
I fell down some stairs 
I was lyin' underneath the bottle 

Oooohh whee, son of a B. 
You get so down, you can't get any lower 
So long world, you play too rough 
And it's getting me all mixed up 
I lost my pride and it's hiddin' 
There, underneath the bottle