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       Oh, 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       Oh, 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       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 pot of gold    I'm a genuine example of a social disease    I'm a genuine example of a social disease