I'm not a wino, I'm a whiskey-o,
it takes a little something in a dirty glass to soothe my soul.
I don't mumble and stumble around, I stand proud and tall till I hit the ground,
I'm not a wino, I'm a whiskey-o.
I don't clown around the alleys of town with a sack on my back,
when I get too stoned and I can't walk home I drive a Cadillac.
I don't drink nothin' fruity and pink with a parasol,
I get a better result from pure unadulterated alcohol.
You can come in here for a nice cold beer or a fine Chablis,
but that pretty mug of pop with the foam on top won't set me free.
Friend, you better think before you buy me that drink, because I'm tellin' you,
everyone at this bar knows what I are, and now you do too...
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