The Kinks — Alcohol Live

Now I want to tell you a little story about the old demon alcohol Yes indeed, my little chickadee Here's a sad and woeful story about a middle class executive Who enjoyed a life of prominence and position But the pressures at the office And his socialite engagements And his selfish wife's fanatical ambition It turned him to the booze And he got mixed up with a floosie And she led him to a life of indecision The floosie made him spend his dough She left him lying on Skid Row A drunken lag in some Salvation Army Mission It's very sad Oh, demon alcohol Sad memories I can't recall Who thought I would say, damn it all And blow it all Oh, demon alcohol Memories I can't recall Who thought I would fall A slave to demon alcohol Sad memories I can't recall Who thought I would fall A slave to demon alcohol Barley wine, pink gin He'll drink anything Port, pernod or tequila Rum, scotch, vodka on the rocks As long as all his troubles disappeared But he beat up his life Went and messed up his wife And the floosie's gone and found another sucker She's gonna turn him on to drink She's gonna lead him to the brink And when his money's gone, she'll leave him in the gutter It's very sad Oh! Oh, demon alcohol Sad memories I can't recall Who thought I would say, damn it all And blow it all Sad memories I can't recall Who thought I would fall A slave to demon alcohol