The drunkest man in the world    Misunderstands what he’s overheard    Morose one minute, more toasts the next    He’s amazing, he’s a mess    Nevertheless    Always well dressed    The drunkest man in the world    The ones he loves are the ones he hurts    He writes his wife every other day    He’s got a way with words but he’s a world away    There’s a lot to say    He forgot today    He’s my father’s favourite poet    But you’d never know it    The drunkest man in the world    Beer on his pants, blood on his shirt    Sunken eyed and sallow skinned    The life of the party is the death of him