I can't raise my glass, without seeing her assThrough its telescopic bottomI can't raise my glass, without seeing her assThrough its telescopic bottomIf you wanna know what agony isAsk the girl at the bottom of my glassWell love'll come a-knockin' with my toolbag and my stockin'Challeng-challengin' her knickersWell love'll come a-knockin' with my toolbag and my stockin'With my bag a-challenging her knickersIf you wanna know whats shakin' down the houseAsk the girl at the bottom of my glassI can spill my drink from the woman at the sink,Coming at my lap with rum and bittersSlop my drink, without that woman at the sink,I'll grab my back with the rag and mittensIf you're looking for that woman at the houseAsk the girl at the bottom of my glassAll right!I cannot raise my drink, without stopping to thinkThat some bad baby's givin' me troubleI cannot raise my drink, without stopping to thinkThat some bad baby's givin' me troubleIf you wanna see what's inside of SallyYou'll find that doll in a hole out in the alley,YeahI cannot raise my glass, without seeing her assThat booze is a-turning bitterI cannot raise my glass, without seeing her ass'cause you got no more than bitterIf you know a little bit about my pastTake my switch at the bitch in my house