Karaoké Social Disease Elton John

My bulldog is barking in the backyard

Enough to raise a dead man from his grave

And I can't concentrate on what I'm doing

Disturbance going to crucify my days

And the days they get longer and longer

And the nighttime is a time of little use

For I just get ugly and older

I get juiced on Mateus and just hang loose

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning

I get bombed for dinnertime and tea

I dress in the rags, smell a lot and I have a real good time

I'm a genuine example of a social disease

Well, my landlady lives in a caravan

Well, that is when she isn't in my arms

And it seems I pay the rent in human kindness

But my liquor also helps to grease her palms

And the ladies they're all getting wrinkles

And they're falling apart at the seams

Well, I just get high on tequila

And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning

I get bombed for dinnertime and tea

I dress in the rags, smell a lot and I have a real good time

I'm a genuine example of a social disease

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Wooh ooh ooh ooh

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Ooh

Wooh, wooh

Oh, and the ladies they're all getting wrinkles

And they're falling apart at the seams

Well, I just get high on tequila

And see visions of vineyards in my dreams

And I get bombed for breakfast in the morning

I get bombed for dinnertime and tea

I dress in the rags, smell a lot and I have a heart of gold

I'm a genuine example of a social disease

I'm a genuine example of a social disease