Somebody Buy Me A Drink

The other night, I was on Skid Row

By a liquor store sign’s garrish glow;

I saw a fellow I used to know a long, long time a –    go.

He stood with the lost, with the living dead,

With rumpled clothes and a reeling head,

Reviewing the wasted life he’d lead, and as I passed he s   aid,

“Let me tell you a story that’s sad but true

About someone who just may remind you of you

Let me tell you a tale that may help you awake a woozy head     —

Somebody buy me a drink.

“It begins long ago on a happy day,

With a fool who was loved, but threw it all away,

Who exchanged a good home for a flophouse, a bar and a plank     —

Somebody buy me a drink.

“Well, to see me today, when I have hit the skids,

Who would think I once had a fine wife and kids?

Yes, I was that fool, after treasure and pleasure,

And love was just a game played with some other dame.

“Now there’s only one thing I feel certain of:

The only true treasure in life is love.

Without someone to love and love you, see how low you can sink?

Somebody buy me a drink,

Somebody, somebody, buy       me       a dr   ink.”