LYRIC FOR SALE

By Bernard Morris

(verse 1)
Clinking in his stained green trench coat there he goes again
Billy Bottlebank the happiest of drunken men
Pockets stuffed with empty beer bottles he staggers home
Nose as red as a big red balloon
Hi there Billy his neighbour says when she sees him there
Falling over the garden gate bottles everywhere
Drunk again Billy she says he says I am and then
He sings to himself a happy tune

(chorus)
Billy Bottlebank is happy in a drunken haze
Listen to him clinking as he walks
Billy Bottlebank he really loves his drunken days
He slurs his words whenever he talks

(verse 2)
He takes off his long stained green trench coat behind closed doors
He stumbles over the sofa and crawls on all fours
Around him the room it spins and spins around again
Curled up on the rug he goes to sleep
The empty bottles in his dream with beer they fill up
In his dream there is a massive vat of beer to sup
Drunk he is awake and drunk he is in drunken dreams
He is like this each and every week

(chorus)
Billy Bottlebank is happy in a drunken haze
Listen to him clinking as he walks
Billy Bottlebank he really loves his drunken days
He slurs his words whenever he talks

(instrumental bridge)

(verse 3)
Six hours later with a throbbing head he wakes up
There are plenty of bottles in his fridge he can sup
He opens one and another and then soon he is
Ready to go back outside again
Down the garden path he staggers to the garden gate
Mr Jones across the road he says drunk again mate
Yes I am Billy says with a smile upon his face
The happiest of all drunken men

(chorus)
Billy Bottlebank is happy in a drunken haze
Listen to him clinking as he walks
Billy Bottlebank he really loves his drunken days
He slurs his words whenever he talks