See that white boy over there, runnin' scared
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his ol' man's got a bottle.
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He said he's gonna quit his 9 to 5 now he's drinking full time
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in the bottle.
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See that fat boy over there, runnin' scared
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his ol' man got a problem
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Pawned off damn near everything, his ol'
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woman's weddin' ring for a bottle.
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And don't you think it's a crime
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when time after time, after time livin' in the bottle.
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See that sister, sure looks fine before she
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started sippin' wine
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from the bottle.
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She told me her ol' man committed a crime
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and now he's doin' time,
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she's livin' in the bottle.
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She's out there on the avenue, all by herself
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sho' needs help from the bottle.
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Preacherman tried to help her out,
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she cussed him out and hit him in the head with a bottle.
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And don't you think it's a crime
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when time after time, after time livin' in the bottle.
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See that gent in the wrinkled suit
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he done damn near blown his cool
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to the bottle
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He was a doctor helpin' young girls along
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if they weren't too far gone to have a problem.
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But defenders of the dollar bill
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Said 'What you doin', Doc, it ain't legal,'
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and now he's in the bottle.
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Now we watch him everyday tryin' to
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chase the pigeons away
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from the bottle.
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And don't you think it's a crime
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when time after time, after time livin' in the bottle.
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The Bottle
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| Paul Weller |
