text: My bulldog is barking in the backyard
  Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
  And I cant concentrate on what Im doing
  Disturbance going to crucify my days
  And the days they get longer and longer
  And the nighttime 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 dinnertime and tea
  I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
  Im a genuine example of a social disease
  My landlady lives in a caravan
  Well, that is when she isnt 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 theyre 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 dinnertime and tea
  I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
  Im a genuine example of a social disease
  And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
  And theyre 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 dinnertime and tea
  I dress in rags, smell a lot, and I have a heart of gold
  Im a genuine example of a social disease
  Im a genuine example of a social disease