I can't raise my glass, without seeing her ass

Through its telescopic bottom





I can't raise my glass, without seeing her ass

Through its telescopic bottom





If you wanna know what agony is

Ask the girl at the bottom of my glass





Well love'll come a-knockin' with my toolbag and my stockin'

Challeng-challengin' her knickers





Well love'll come a-knockin' with my toolbag and my stockin'

With my bag a-challenging her knickers





If you wanna know whats shakin' down the house

Ask the girl at the bottom of my glass





I can spill my drink from the woman at the sink,

Coming at my lap with rum and bitters





Slop my drink, without that woman at the sink,

I'll grab my back with the rag and mittens





If you're looking for that woman at the house

Ask the girl at the bottom of my glass

All right!





I cannot raise my drink, without stopping to think

That some bad baby's givin' me trouble





I cannot raise my drink, without stopping to think

That some bad baby's givin' me trouble





If you wanna see what's inside of Sally

You'll find that doll in a hole out in the alley,

Yeah





I cannot raise my glass, without seeing her ass

That booze is a-turning bitter





I cannot raise my glass, without seeing her ass

'cause you got no more than bitter





If you know a little bit about my past

Take my switch at the bitch in my house