The Ballad of the Relapsing Drunk
Hell hath no fury like the wrath of the relapsing drunk. Fuck you! He’ll show you! He’ll show you punk!
He’s back, he’s deadlier than ever, he’s developed a powerful thirst and has begun to pound at a vigorous rate,
all lit up, he’s in Technicolor, he’s insane.
His head so full of steam his hair is flat and the room all
Jesus, look at him rollick
Christ, watch him roll,
he can’t go on forever, he’s fit to burst, he’s ready to goddamn
Hell hath no fury, hell is pretty fucking punk, hell hath no fury like the wrath of the relapsing drunk!
O lord, o lawdy lawd,
o listen to that lonesome