Sangtekst: Kinks. Alcohol.

Now I wanna tell you a little story
About the old demon alcohol
Yes indeed my little chickadee

Here's a sad and woeful story
About a middle class executive
Who enjoyed a life of prominence and position
But the pressures at the office
And his socialite engagements
And his selfish wife's fanatical ambition

It turned him to the booze
And he got mixed up with a floozy
And she led him to a life of indecision
The floozy made him spend his dole
She left him lying on skid row
A drunken lag at some Salvation Army mission

It's very sad

Oh, demon alcohol
Sad memories I can't recall
Who thought I would say
Damn it all and blow it all

Oh, demon alcohol
Memories I can't recall
Who thought I would fall
A slave to demon alcohol

Sad memories I can't recall
Who thought I would fall
A slave to demon alcohol

Barley wine, pink gin
He'll drink anythin' Port, Pernod or tequila
Rum, scotch, vodka on the rocks
As long as all his troubles disappeared

And he beat up his life and he messed up his wife
And the floozy's gone and found another sucker
She's gonna turn him on to drink
Lead him to the brink and when his money's gone
She'll leave him in the gutter

It's very sad

Oh, demon alcohol
Memories I can't recall
Who thought I would say
Damn it all, alcohol

Sad memories I can't recall
Who thought I would fall
A slave to demon alcohol

And I wanna say never to fall
A slave to demon alcohol
S'gonna break your heart
And slave the demon alcohol