Social Disease

My bulldog is barkin' in the backyard

Enough to raise a dead man from his grave

And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing

Disturbance's going to crucify my days

And the days they get longer and longer

And the night time is a time of little use

For I just get ugly and older

I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning

I get bombed for dinner time and tea

I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time

I'm a genuine example of a social disease

Oh my landlady lives in a caravan

Well that is when she isn't in my arms

And it seems, I pay the rent in human kindness

But my liquor also helps to grease her palms

And the ladies are all getting wrinkles

And they're falling apart at the seams

Well I just get high on tequila

And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning

I get bombed for dinner time and tea

I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time

I'm a genuine example of a social disease

And the ladies are all getting wrinkles

And they're falling apart at the seams

Well I just get high on tequila

And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning

I get bombed for dinner time and tea

I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a heart of gold

I'm a genuine example of a social disease

I'm a genuine example of a social disease