| I don’t know what my baby’s gonna say when I get home, |
| I know I should have gone |
| But the booze keeps a-flowing on, |
| But by now, feel like standing on my own head, |
| Let the booze flow out of my ears, |
| But I really really really should go, |
| 'Cause I know that my baby’s back home; |
| My sweet woman of the dreams stop a- teasing me with your smile |
| I gotta keep sober, keep my mind straight from red wine, |
| I once did climb my mountain side, did swim the silver red seas, |
| And once did caught the moonbeams, |
| But now I have flipped to my whim. |
| My dear old Uncle Adam had it right, baby, from the start, |
| He never did get married nor did he break any poor girl’s heart, |
| All his life worked his fingers to the bones, |
| But he jumped and he came home stoned. |
| But you couldn’t really call it his home, |
| And I wish that I could be like him. |