Here's a story about a sinner

He used to be a winner 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 dole

She left him lying on Skid Row

A drunken lag in some Salvation Army Mission

Memories I cannot recall

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 messed up his life, went and beat 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

Who thought I would fall

A slave to demon alcohol