Will there be any bartenders up there in Heaven? Will the pubs never close, will the glass never drain No more D.T.s and no shakes and no horrors The very next morning you feel right as rain Cause God loves a drunk, the lowest of men Like the dogs in the street and the pigs in the pen But a drunks only trying to get free of his body And soar like an eagle high up there in heaven His shouts and his curses they are just hymns and praises To kick-start his mind now and then O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, Amen Does God really care for your life in the suburbs? A dull little life full of dull little things Bring up the babies to be just like Daddy And maybe youll be there when He gives out the wings But God loves a drunk, although hes a fool How he wets in his pants and he falls off his stool And he cant hear the insults and whispers go by him As he leans in the doorway and he sings Sally Racket He cant feel the cold rain beat down on his body And soak through his clothes to the skin O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, Amen Will there be any pen-pushers up there in Heaven? Does clerking and wage-slaving win you Gods love I pity you worms with your semis and pensions If you think thatll get you to the kingdom above But God loves a drunk, although hes a clown You cant help but laugh as he gags and falls down But he dont give a cuss for what people think of him He screams at his demons alone in the darkness Hes staying alive for just one more pint bottle Wont you throw him a few pennies, friend God loves a drunk, for ever and ever, Amen
Posted on: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 01:09:15 +0000