I'm not drunk
I have just got the wobbles
I'm not drunk
I'm not going to scream and fight
Or start the squabbles.
I'm just gonna sit here on my low nasty laurels
And drink the gin of a thousands tomorrows.

If you have a sobering thought
I'll share it with you
My nails may be stuck on
But I won't dry the glue.
Your hair may be crazy
Of the teasing kind
But all in sobriety
We are colour blind.