Up all day, looking like a wreck
Up all day, looking like a wreck
Listening to the blues
You say youâre gonna ring my neck
I close my eyes in time with the beat
I close my eyes in time with the beat
Will my little boy save me? Will he call me at a quarter to 3?
Make me fight and pull myself up
And heave my guts right out
Made me fight and pull myself up
And heave my guts out
Every scrap of food that was in there, and everything else without a shadow of a doubt
Well I lost count when I took four
I lost count but it took four calls to bring me âround
And the one that finally got me
Didnât have nothing to say at all
Well, the next time I O.D., babe
Iâm gonna wear a dirty shirt
Well, the next time I O.D., babe
Iâm gonna wear a dirty shirt
Ainât no sense in wrecking one of my
Fancy (?) fine shirts
Whatever happened to Paul?
I donât know
Whatever happened to Paul?
I donât know
He fell in with bad companions
And he lived happily ever after, you