Oooohh whee, look at me, looking for some sympathy

It's the same old story, of a man and his search for glory

And he found it, underneath the bottle



Things are never good, things go from bad to weird

Hey gimme another Scotch with my beer

I'm sad to say, I feel the same today, as I always do

Gimme a drink to relax me



Oooohh whee, liquor set free, I can't do no work

The shake's inside me

Ah shucks, I got the lousiest luck, I'm sick of this

Underneath the bottle



Seven days make a week, on two of them I sleep

I can't remember what the heck I was doing

I got bruise on my leg from I can't remember when

I fell down some stairs

I was lyin' underneath the bottle



Oooohh whee, son of a B.

You get so down, you can't get any lower

So long world, you play too rough

And it's getting me all mixed up

I lost my pride and it's hiddin'

There, underneath the bottle