Of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
Just thinking, she's far too good looking to do the cooking
All the way, you've been here before, fell in love
Thinking, she's far too good looking to do the cooking
And carried her over the threshold
Of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
Of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
Does this town hold no more for me
Carried her over the threshold
Of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
The kid was singing, will I ever be free?
A lousy life for the washed up wife
Oh, the kid was singing, will I ever be free?
So if or when you're behind bars or in front of them as you are
Stick one in his face for me
And baddies bound, but I do get it
Club Tropicana, the drinks are free
Look out for the man who'll bum your wife and then shake your hand
Of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
Club Tropicana, the drinks are free
A lousy life, a lousy life
Is this town hold no more for me
A lousy life for the washed up wife
Stick one in his face for me, for me, a baddie
Baddies bound, baddies bound, it's 'bout you
A lousy life, a lousy life
That's a lousy life for the washed up wife
Now well, that was twenty years ago, twenty years ago
A lousy life for the washed up wife
Of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
A lousy life for the washed up wife
Baddie's bound, it's all 'bout you, his decency, his secrecy
That's a lousy life for the washed up wife
And oh, you've been here before, you fell in love
While that was twenty years ago, twenty years ago, oh
