I woke up and fell of a rootnThey arrested me with a broken footnYou told the cops you didn't know who I wasnA week on the city three hots and a cotnnDay one I got a taste of the shakesnNo sleep at all, it's past eightnRest of the week, all seemed the samenI couldn't wait to get home againnnCome on down to my place, I got a bar at my facenWe both got monkeys on our backsnCome on down to my placennI got an early release on the 5th daynDried out a lot I lost the shakesnI'll get 'em back when I get homenTo the liquor store, then will start