Lyrics:

Gin on your breath, smoke in your hair
Can't stand to walk as you fall down the stairs
You said your mama did not raise no fool
But hey, little lady, I got news for you

I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money
You know what you're doing's a sin
Now you're stinkin' of gin again
Can't face the facts, you can't say it's true
Old mother's ruin's got the better of you
Wearing you out and she's sucking you in
Losing your mind to a bottle of gin

I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money
You know what you're doing's a sin
Now you're stinkin' of gin again
I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money
You know what you're doing's a sin
Now you're stinkin' of gin again

That's right

Burning your candle at more than one end
It's sad that the bottle's your only true friend
If drinking is evil then you're growing horns
I won't be here when reality dawns

I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money
You know what you're doing's a sin
Now you're stinkin' of gin again
I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
But I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money
You know what you're doing's a sin
Now you're stinkin' of gin again
Alright

Need some cigarettes and get myself drunk
Every single one's won

Yeah

Alright

I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money
You know what you're doing's a sin
You're stinkin' of gin again
I like to drink with the best of 'em, honey
No, I'm not too keen on you drinkin' my money
You know what you're doing's a sin
Now you're stinkin' of gin again

What the hell is that shit?