Woke up this morning with the smell of urine on my breath,

How I got here is anybody’s educated guess.

Sitting on the floor in utter confusion, waiting on my heavenly resolution I guess.

Don’t want to talk about it now, Heaven knows that I am down and out, Tickle me pink I just arrived in the Drunk Tank.

They treat you awfully well here, no they don’t serve any trays of beer, I was issued  a hard boiled egg and a carton of milk, maybe I’ll rustle up some breakfast conversation with that sulken transvestite in the adjoining cell.

Don’t want to talk about it now, Heaven knows that I am down and out, Tickle me pink, I just arrived in the Drunk Tank.

I still don’t have any recollection how I arrived here, my last fleeting memory was me straining to hold up a picture of beer.

Maybe I’ll gather my family and friends together to get a little bail money, kinda of think about it now, I have neither one of them, I suppose it’s time for me to get comfortable I imagine,

Don’t want to talk about it now, Heaven knows that I am down and out, Tickle me, tickle me pink , I just arrived in the Drunk Tank.