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Available on the album Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
Music:Elton John
Lyrics:Bernie Taupin
Piano and vocals:Elton John
Bass:Dee Murray
Electric guitar and banjo:Davey Johnstone
Drums:Nigel Olsson
Saxophone:Leroy Gomez
My bulldog is barking in the backyard
Enough to raise a dead man from his grave
And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing
Disturbance going to crucify my days
And the days they get longer and longer
And the nighttime is a time of little use
For I just get ugly and older
I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose
chorus:
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a real good time
I'm a genuine example of a social disease
My landlady lives in a caravan
Well that is when she isn't in my arms
And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness
But my liquor also helps to grease her palms
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
And they're falling apart at the seams
Well I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams
(repeat chorus)
And the ladies are all getting wrinkles
And they're falling apart at the seams
Well I just get high on tequila
And see visions of vineyards in my dreams
chorus:
And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning
I get bombed for dinner time and tea
I dress in rags, smell a lot, and have a heart of gold
I'm a genuine example of a social disease
© 1973 Dick James Music Limited
Copyright © 2014 David Bodoh