WHISKEY MAN

Whiskey Man’s my friend. He’s with me nearly all the time.
He always joins me when I drink and we get on just fine.

Nobody has ever seen him.
I’m the only one.
Seemingly I must be mad.
Insanity is fun
If that’s the way it’s done.

Doctors say he’s just a figment of my twisted mind.
If they can’t see my Whiskey Man, they must be going blind.

Two men dressed in white collected me two days ago.
They said there’s only room for one and Whiskey Man can’t go.

Whiskey Man will waste away
If he’s left on his own.
I can’t even ring him ‘cause he
Isn’t on the phone.
Hasn’t got a home.

Life is very gloomy in this little padded cell.
It’s a shame there wasn’t room for Whiskey Man as well.

Whiskey Man’s my friend. He’s with me nearly all the time.
He always joins me when I drink and we get on just fine.

We get on just fine.
Just fine.


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