all right... I'm sick as I can be...



Some people call me a junker, cause I'm loaded all the time

I just feel happy and I feel good all the time



Some people say I use a needle, and some say I slip cocaine

But that's the best old feelin' that I ever need



Say goodbye, goodbye to whiskey

Lord and so long to gin

I just want my reefer, I just want to feel high again



oh yes I'm a junker

I feel all right



Some people, some people crave for chicken

And some crave for a house steak

But when I get loaded lord I don't want my milk and cake



oh yeah that's what I want now...

They call me a junker...

Cause I'm loaded all the time...

But that ain't nothin that I feel good all the time...