Lyrics:

Well, the bum was in my trash, he's pickin' out all the cans
Firewater burnin' up his poor swollen glands
The Lysol and the Listerine, it went to his head
He eats some boot black, rotted, on a piece of white bread

He did the Pink, yeah The Pink Elephant
Blinded by the sauce, you know I'd rather stay bent
I do the Pink, The Pink Elephant
Blinded by the sauce, you know I'd rather stay bent

Sleazy P. Martini ran The Pink Elephant
With hot-pink curtains where the sloe gin decants
(A shave and a haircut, knock knock) would for sure get you in
To see the Cherry Poppin' Daddies play
The lampshades were zebra skin

He did the Pink, The Pink Elephant
Blinded by the sauce, you know I'd rather stay bent
I do the Pink, The Pink Elephant
Blinded by the sauce, you know I'd rather stay
Rather stay bent

Hell yeah, I'd rather stay bent

My mouth is like a circus but I'm always in debt
I'd never pass the bar unless I thought it was wet
But that's the way they sucker me to my final dissolve
'Cus when they shake 'em up, I'm drinkin' 'em down...

You're headed to the Pink, yeah The Pink Elephant
Blinded by the sauce, you know I'd rather stay bent
I do the Pink, The Pink Elephant
Blinded by the sauce, you know I'd rather stay
I'd rather stay
I'd rather stay
I'd rather stay bent, I'd rather stay bent