Oooohh whee, look at me, looking for some sympathy
It's the same old story, of a man and his search for glory
And he found it, underneath the bottle
Things are never good, things go from bad to weird
Hey gimme another Scotch with my beer
I'm sad to say, I feel the same today, as I always do
Gimme a drink to relax me
Oooohh whee, liquor set free, I can't do no work
Ah shucks, I got the lousiest luck, I'm sick of this
Seven days make a week, on two of them I sleep
I can't remember what the heck I was doing
I got bruise on my leg from I can't remember when
I was lyin' underneath the bottle
You get so down, you can't get any lower
So long world, you play too rough
And it's getting me all mixed up
I lost my pride and it's hiddin'
There, underneath the bottle
WRITERS
ELIZABETH FRASER, LOU REED, ROBIN GUTHRIE, SIMON RAYMONDE