Those Pint Glass Bottomed Spectacles

Those pint glass bottomed spectacles are staring up at me as you gurgle down another beer and burp and boff with glee. Gone are your inhibitions your humanity and pride, you're acting like an animal now that alcohol's inside. You're acting kind of foolish like I've never seen before, the kind of things you wouldn't do if sober as before. Gone is the man I used to know the gent with love and care, now when if you return at night our home's a lion's lair. Not realizing you're losing us by being out from three, you're spending all the money on the booze not rent or tea. You're married to the drinker's tap unbalanced and disturbed, our wardrobe's not a public lav your senseless lunacy's absurd! Now take off those pint glass spectacles when you dare to look at me you're killing off the you inside along with love of family.