Jimmy and I were brothers.

We went down different paths.

Jimmy always listened to my mother,

And me, I never like to take a bath.



As we grew and tumbled through adulthood

The pressure caused emotional drain.

So now I'm slowly dying in the bottle

and Jimmy has to live with half a brain.



Yes, me, I've got a bottle in front of me,

And Jimmy has a frontal lobotomy.

Just different ways to kill the pain the same.



But I'd rather have a bottle in front of me,

Than have to have a frontal lobotomy.

I might be drunk, but at least I'm not insane.



Jimmy let his troubles drive him crazy.

He never tried to drown it in a drink.

I know that drinking makes my thinking hazy,

But at least I still have brains enough to think.



Jimmy's got a brain that isn't stable.

He doesn't have the sense to say his name.

I'm sorry that his doctor was unable

To remove the proper portion of his brain.



Yes, me, I've got a bottle in front of me,

And Jimmy has a frontal lobotomy.

Just different ways to kill the pain the same.



But I'd rather have a bottle in front of me,

Than have to have a frontal lobotomy.

I might be drunk, but at least I'm not insane.



Funny how the world works.

People can be real jerks.

Some prefer the tension over booze.



Either way it ends the same.

Hard to beat the living game.

Might as well enjoy it while you lose.



When I need a drink I start to shiver

And Jimmy always viewed it with concern.

But I'd rather have cirrhosis of the liver

Than an intellect that's second to a fern.



I wonder if old Jimmy's gonna hear it

When I tell him that his logic wasn't so