Stone-Cold Sober


I’m off the bottle, on the wagon, sober as a judge.
I saw the light last Tuesday when I’d had a touch too much.
I sobered up, cleared my head and threw out all my hootch.
The next day checked in rehab to help me give the booze the boot.

It was the thin end of the wedge!
So I signed the pledge. I’m

Stone-cold sober.

So many good times, with alcohol, but I can’t remember one.
I had to ask some strangers what I’d said and what I’d done.
Too long the monkey on my back was screaming in my ear,
“Have a drink, don’t stop to think, wine, whisky, schnapps or beer.”.

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CHORUS

One big drawback, when you’re dry, the straits of life loom large.
Try as I might I could not get A grip and take full charge.
When you laugh the world laughs along, when you weep you’re all alone.
Call me weak, call me a drunk, hypocrites cast the first stone.

It was the thin end of the wedge!
So I broke my pledge. I’m no longer

CHORUS

©30.8.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman

One big drawback, when you’re dry, problems start looming large.
Call me weak, call me a drunk but the quacks call me dipso.


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