[Intro]
[Verce 1]
If only we could meet Bukowski
We'd go bar-hopping with him
And chasing women too
Women, whiskey, automobiles
[Verce 2]
I can even work at the post office
And tell the boss to go to hell
At the races, we'll bet on the best horse
And go spend the winnings together
[Chorus]
Money's gone, that's not so bad
Money's meant for spending
Drink and revel till your last breath
What else do we poor souls have to lose?
[Verce 3]
At parties, we'll let loose and carouse
Henry Chinaski will be the third wheel
Maybe a fight will break out
Glasses up! Who's puking in the bathroom?
[Chorus]
Money's gone, that's not so bad
Money's meant for spending
Drink and revel till your last breath
What else do we poor souls have to lose?
[Verce 4]
Women's hips, shoulders, and lips
Crude glances, cigar smoke
We seem rough on the outside
But our weaknesses are hidden away
[Chorus]
Money's gone, that's not so bad
Money's meant for spending
Drink and revel till your last breath
What else do we poor souls have to lose?
[Verce 5 ]
In this desperate storm of revelry
We'll love, whisper, and laugh
It seems a hangover is coming...
You know, Bukowski? I think I'll go to sleep...
[Chorus]
Money's gone, that's not so bad
Money's meant for spending
Drink and revel till your last breath
What else do we poor souls have to lose?
[Chorus]
Money's gone, that's not so bad
Money's meant for spending
Drink and revel till your last breath
What else do we poor souls have to lose?
