Old Lace

Pour me a fifth of Bulleit. Give me the strongest stuff you got. I need to feel something again before they use Me all up. Pour me a fifth of Bulleit. Some Pabst Green on the rocks. I used to be somebody, but I guess I Just forgot. One, two, three, four. I wish they'd drop the bomb, I'm wearing thin. And if I'm drowning in my sorrow, Let me bathe in sin. I've fallen out of my Picadilly, Lord bless me with the sleepless night again. Pour me a fifth of Bulleit. Give me the strongest you got. I need to feel something again before they use Me all up. Pour me a fifth Pabst Green on the rocks. I used to be somebody, but I guess I Just forgot. Well, to the youth in the gasoline line. Trouble, say one last time. And to the barons of the broken opera. You will sing your last song. Let them go to their boring heaven. We will dance and we'll die in hell. Pour me a fifth of Bulleit. Give me the strongest stuff you got. I need to feel something again before they use Me all up. Pour me a fifth of Bulleit. Some Pabst Green on the rocks. I used to be somebody, but I guess I Just forgot. I used to be somebody, but I guess I Just forgot. All right, let's go. Pour Me a fifth of holy lace, whoa-whoa. Make it the strongest stuff you got, Whoa-whoa. Pour me a fifth of holy. Give me the strongest stuff you got. I need to feel something again before they use Me all up. Give me that fifth of holy Lace, there is green on the rise. I used to be somebody but I guess I Just forgot. I used to be somebody but I guess I Just forgot. I used to be somebody but I Guess I just forgot