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