I need a bath, I need a shave I need a drink, that's what I crave I need a job, an apartment, too But the only thing I got's the Alcoholic Blues I need a woman, I need a wife I need to grow up and get a life I need a dollar for a bottle of wine But I haven't got a nickel and I ain't got a dime I need a doctor to cure my ills But I couldn't afford to pay the bills When I awake and I start to shake Well, I wonder how much more my worn out body can take I try not to drink, I try not to smoke I'm looking for work, Ha, what a joke The alcoholic beverage industry Has made a life-long loyal customer of Gregory That's my story, that's my song That's how it's been for way too goddamn long