Oh God, deliver me from my enemies   These women in green winter coats   Working for a tip, don't paint your lips      And don't bite, they're baiting you   And don't cry 'cause they want you to      Mama, I'm sleeping it off   Worn thin from red lights and scotch   And I hate being cross   But you should hold your booze      Please don't drop bombs on me   I beg of thee just leave me in peace   I'll have cold, kind and lemon eyes   Oh, lemon eyes, my God      Don't suck your gut so tight   And don't cut your hair so nice      Mama, I'm sleeping it off   Worn thin from red lights and scotch   I hate being cross   But you should hold your booze      Don't bite, I'm begging you   And don't leave when I curse at you      Mama, I'm sleeping it off   Worn thin from red lights and scotch   I hate being cross   But you should hold your booze