Well I hate to have to tell you this But there are pigeons in the attic room Where you left me spent and gasping that afternoon Ans where the floorboards left their splinters And you left me so soon
Pardon me, I'm drunk again And when I'm drunk I make no sense But I crack more jokes and that's my self-defence You caused me to think And I thought about what I had home without you You drove me to drink And I never had the courtesy to thank you
