Here's a story about a sinnernHe used to be a winner who enjoyed a life of prominence and positionnBut the pressures at the office and the socialite engagementsnAnd his selfish wife's fanatical ambitionnIt turned him to the boozenAnd he got mixed up with a floozynAnd she led him to a life of indecisionnThe floozy made him spend his doughnAnd left him lying on Skid RownA drunken lag in some Salvation Army MissionnIt's such a shamennOh, demon alcoholnSad memories I can't recallnWho thought I would saynDamn it allnBlow it allnOh demon alcoholnMemories I can't recallnWho thought I would fall a slave to demon alcoholnnBarley wine, pink ginnHe'll drink anythingnPort, Pernod, or tequilanRum, scotch, vodka on the rocksnAs long as all the troubles disappearnHe messed up his life when he beat up his wifenThe floozy's gone and found another suckernShe'll turn him to the drinknShe'll lead him to the brinknAnd when his money's gone she'll leave him in the gutternIt's such a shamennOh demon alcoholnSad memories I cannot recallnWho thought I would fallnA slave to demon alcohol.