I can't raise my glass, without seeing her assnThrough its telescopic bottomnnI can't raise my glass, without seeing her assnThrough its telescopic bottomnnIf you wanna know what agony isnAsk the girl at the bottom of my glassnnWell love'll come a-knockin' with myntoolbag and my stockin'nChalleng-challengin' her knickersnnWell love'll come a-knockin' with myntoolbag and my stockin'nWith my bag a-challenging her knickersnnIf you wanna know whats shakin' down the housenAsk the girl at the bottom of my glassnnI can spill my drink from the woman at the sink,nComing at my lap with rum and bittersnnSlop my drink, without that woman at the sink,nI'll grab my back with the rag and mittensnnIf you're looking for that woman at the housenAsk the girl at the bottom of my glassnAll right!nnI cannot raise my drink, without stopping to thinknThat some bad baby's givin' me troublennI cannot raise my drink, without stopping to thinknThat some bad baby's givin' me troublennIf you wanna see what's inside of SallynYou'll find that doll in a hole out in the alley,nYeahnnI cannot raise my glass, without seeing her assnThat booze is a-turning bitternnI cannot raise my glass, without seeing her assn'cause you got no more than bitternnIf you know a little bit about my pastnTake my switch at the bitch in my house