The Reatards
The Reatards
The Reatards
The Reatards
The Reatards
The Reatards
The Reatards
The Reatards
The Reatards
The Reatards
The Reatards
The Reatards
The Reatards
The Reatards
My belly was full of wine
I was not in a stable mind
Well, nine cups you filled
Though some of it spilled
It still did the job more than fine
I said you just don't know who I am
I'm a sour and vicious man
My mind is in hell, from heaven it fell
And my soul is still on remand
Now little Debbie McClark
She drug me out into the dark
It just happened to be
That I was too drunk to see
So I yelled out a vulgar remark
Oh, you just don't know who I am
I'm a sour and vicious man
My mind is in hell, from heaven it fell
My soul is still on remand
Now at midnight, I'm back in my room
Which serves as a drunkard's tomb
And at night in my sleep
I will wrestle my sheets
And in dreams, I'm hummin' this tune
I said you just don't know who I am
I'm a sour and vicious man
My mind is in hell, from heaven it fell
My soul is still on remand
Take it out
Sour & Vicious Man was written by Greg Cartwright.