Lyrics:

Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself

He's in the alley in the morning
Somewhere down on Delancey Street
Said if you're feeling kinda lucky
I got just what you need

Soiled mattress in the basement
Of a Chinese boarding house
Threw my clock against the window bars
All the time in the world

Eatin' street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself

Wrecked his old man's convertible
Drove him to an early grave
Now it's back to jumping turnstiles
Went through all his mama's loose change

And eatin' street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself

It's the end of the days of the thin man in the basement
Fending off the zombies and night of the living evangelicals

Eatin' street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Street dogs for breakfast
Whiskey sours for lunch
Sometimes you gotta bottom out to really find yourself