Alcohol - The Kinks

Now I want to tell you a little story about the old demon alcohol

Yes indeed, my little chickadee

Here’s a sad and woeful story about a middle class executive

Who enjoyed a life of prominence and position

But the pressures at the office

And his socialite engagements

And his selfish wife’s fanatical ambition

It turned him to the booze

And he got mixed up with a floosie

And she led him to a life of indecision

The floosie made him spend his dough

She left him lying on Skid Row

A drunken lag in some Salvation Army Mission

It’s very sad

Oh, demon alcohol

Sad memories I can’t recall

Who thought I would say, damn it all

And blow it all

Oh, demon alcohol

Memories I can’t recall

Who thought I would fall

A slave to demon alcohol

Sad memories I can’t recall

Who thought I would fall

A slave to demon alcohol

Barley wine, pink gin

He’ll drink anything

Port, pernod or tequila

Rum, scotch, vodka on the rocks

As long as all his troubles disappeared

But he beat up his life

Went and messed up his wife

And the floosie’s gone and found another sucker

She’s gonna turn him on to drink

She’s gonna lead him to the brink

And when his money’s gone, she’ll leave him in the gutter

It’s very sad

Oh!

Oh, demon alcohol

Sad memories I can’t recall

Who thought I would say, damn it all

And blow it all

Sad memories I can’t recall

Who thought I would fall

A slave to demon alcohol