Woke up drunk again this morning Blood on my sleeve and Puke chunks in my hair I don't care And neither does this girl beside me What was her name I know her from somewhere Just look at my hair in the mirror It's turning grey Give me another bartender What else can I say I don't remember last night I know it's sometimes better to forget They say that I'm scraping the bottom At least I know I haven't been there yet Won't care until it's too late It's early, but I'm doing what I can Tonight I'm gonna get drunk I'm making my stand, a genuine whiskey man Came in late to work again Antoher hangover rumored as a flu They don't have a clue They know that such a fine young man Would never hang around The places that I do