I can't raise my glass, without seeing her ass   Through its telescopic bottom         I can't raise my glass, without seeing her ass   Through its telescopic bottom         If you wanna know what agony is   Ask the girl at the bottom of my glass         Well love'll come a-knockin' with my toolbag and my stockin'   Challeng-challengin' her knickers         Well love'll come a-knockin' with my toolbag and my stockin'   With my bag a-challenging her knickers         If you wanna know whats shakin' down the house   Ask the girl at the bottom of my glass         I can spill my drink from the woman at the sink,   Coming at my lap with rum and bitters         Slop my drink, without that woman at the sink,   I'll grab my back with the rag and mittens         If you're looking for that woman at the house   Ask the girl at the bottom of my glass   All right!         I cannot raise my drink, without stopping to think   That some bad baby's givin' me trouble         I cannot raise my drink, without stopping to think   That some bad baby's givin' me trouble         If you wanna see what's inside of Sally   You'll find that doll in a hole out in the alley,    Yeah         I cannot raise my glass, without seeing her ass   That booze is a-turning bitter         I cannot raise my glass, without seeing her ass   'cause you got no more than bitter         If you know a little bit about my past   Take my switch at the bitch in my house