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Elton John - Social Disease

My bulldog is barking in the back yard

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 night-time 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 dinner-time and tea;

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

I'm a genuine example of a social disease.

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 palm.

And the ladies are all getting wrinkles,

And they're falling apart at the seams,

While 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 dinner time and tea.

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

I'm a genuine example of a social disease.