The alcoholic

The alcoholic Wake up in the morning have a drink or two You know how it is? just to get me through. Go into work for my daily toil Good old Dave the life and soul. First in the queue to take the money to the bank Call in the pub, another couple sank. Eyes on the clock,lunch at one Two large ones later, shakes have gone Stay on my own the rest of the day Chewing on mints,it’s better that way. There’s another five pints before I get in, Straight up to bed or open the gin? Wake up at eleven in a pool of sick My names Dave and I’m an alcoholic