Shall I Carry the Budgie Woman?

Mother, I'm an alcoholic!
A creature of lust, not so clean as he!
And wise of strangled breath
Amongst cabbages and black slabs
I'm losing my breath
Aaah, aaah
Waves [?]
I have a sickness they cannot cure
He spews her forth
She gets it in the neck
Stopping up their mouths with leather corks
Reviving dead friendships in a vegetable patch
Stopping in waves[?]
I have a sickness they cannot cure
He spews he, falls
She gets it in the neck
They struggle, creasing at the sack
She pulls off the soaking feet
With [?]
Retracing the walls
Stopping up their mouths with leather corks
Reviving dead friendships in a vegetable patch
Stopping, stopping up their
Stopping up their mouths with leather corks
Reviving dead friendships
In a vegetable...patch

Mother, I'm an alcoholic
A creature of lust
He