One glass in the mornin', two shots at night
Three fourths anytime that you wanna get tight
Drink wine to remember, swill gin to forget
And blame the world for the peace that you haven't found yet
He stood at the bar with a bottle in his hand
And he complained so bitterly 'bout a world he could not understand
He said "All my life, I've hustled and paid to survive
Say, can't you see, what's wrong with the world ain't me"