Cigarettes,
losing bets,
empty pockets,
heavy debts
They make me wonder what life is all about
Big fast cars,
Jaguars, they're coming near
and then they're going far They make
me want to jump up and down and scream
and shout
When you think I'm with the floozy mamas
I'm lying home babing my silk pajamas I'm not any bolder,
in fact I'm getting older
When you think I'm drinking,
I'm sitting thinking No more gay life with the boys
I'll sit down with my pipe and cord the rise No more red wine,
oh no, these times are gone
When
you think I'm with the floozy mamas
I'm lying home babing my silk pajamas
I'm not any bolder,
in fact I'm getting older When you think I'm drinking,
I'm sitting thinking
No more gay life with the boys I'll
sit down with my pipe and cord the rise
No more red wine,
oh no, these times are gone