How dry, dry I am
As she whispers"Je t'aime"
She awaits my reply
As I throw back my Glen
She stands up to leave
But I ask them to stay
My slurred are all words
And I speak the wrong name
She leaves me alone
With my drinks, the bill, and the blame
A drunk, drunk man is prone
To forget his mistakes
My nerve will increase
With each shot that I take
But my friends all turn away
Say they don't know my name
With a smart-ass remark
I get a quick punch to the face
A drunk, drunk man is known
To regret his mistakes
How dry, dry I am
With a bottle in my hand
I'm passed out alone
With a face full of sand
I know that I've wronged
So I'll try my best to change
But this drunk, this drunk man is known
To forget the promises that he's made