The Alcoholic Blues

I need a bath, I need a shave
I need a drink, that's what I crave
I need a job, an apartment, too
But the only thing I got's the Alcoholic Blues

I need a woman, I need a wife
I need to grow up and get a life
I need a dollar for a bottle of wine
But I haven't got a nickel and I ain't got a dime

I need a doctor to cure my ills
But I couldn't afford to pay the bills
When I awake and I start to shake
Well, I wonder how much more my worn out body can take

I try not to drink, I try not to smoke
I'm looking for work, Ha, what a joke
The alcoholic beverage industry
Has made a life-long loyal customer of Gregory
That's my story, that's my song
That's how it's been for way too goddamn long