“Don’t waste your pay on whores an’ booze”, that’s what my ol’ folks said
But ma was blue; did ev’rything; worked from our garden shed
My father pimped; ne’er worked a day, and granny used to booze
It wasn’t long till I was bonkin’ whores an’ downin’ brews

Now I’m runnin’ out of booze, and wantin’ more
Smokin’ crack an’ ganja with a whore
The dribble’s on her chin today: I’ve got poor company
Wet tights, from “hooker’s ooze”, are fellin’ me

“The mean ol’ grass, all burned”, I said; we swiftly did burn brown
Now ev’ry little mound I build, she’s always chasin’ down
You’re in a stew with “druggie’s blues”: could have some heart attacks…
An’ disappointin’ morrows with a wish to do some crack

Now she’s workin’ through the queues, and fairly sore
Hooked on crack; of course, a need to score
The troubles that drive her today, I’ve got for company
These nights of “druggie’s blues” are killin’ me