Elton John — Social Disease

[Verse 1] My bulldog is barking in the backyard Enough to raise a dead man from his grave And I can't concentrate on what I'm 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 [Chorus] 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 I'm a genuine example of a social disease [Verse 2] My landlady lives in a caravan Well, that is when she isn't 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 they're falling apart at the seams Well, I just get high on tequila And see visions of vineyards in my dreams [Chorus] 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 I'm a genuine example of a social disease [Verse 2] And the ladies are all getting wrinkles And they're falling apart at the seams Well, I just get high on tequila And see visions of vineyards in my dreams [Chorus] 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 I'm a genuine example of a social disease [Outro] I'm a genuine example of a social disease