Here's a story about a sinner, He used to be a winner 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 floosie And she led him to a life of
indecision. The floosie made him spend his dole She left him
lying on Skid Row A drunken lag in some Salvation Army Mission.
It's such a shame. Oh demon alcohol, Sad memories I cannot
recall, Who thought I would say, Damn it all and blow it all, Oh
demon alcohol, Memories I cannot recall, Who thought I would fall
a slave to demon alcohol. Sad memories I cannot recall, Who
thought I would fall a slave to demon alcohol. Barley wine, pink
gin, He'll drink anything, Port, pernod or tequila, Rum,
scotch, vodka on the rocks, As long as all his troubles
disappeared. But he messed up his life, went and beat up his
wife, And the floosie's gone and found another sucker
She's gonna turn him on to drink She's gonna lead him
to the brink And when his money's gone, She'll leave
him in the gutter, It's such a shame. Oh demon alcohol, Sad
memories I cannot recall, Who thought I would say, Damn it all
and blow it all, Sad memories I cannot recall, Who thought I
would fall, A slave to demon alcohol