ALCOHOL
Ray Davies

Am E Am Dm
Here's a story about a sinner
He used to be a winner 
Who enjoyed a life of prominence and position,
But the pressures at the office
And his socialite engagements,
And his selfish wife's fanatical ambition,
It drove him to the booze
And he got mixed up with a floosie
And she led him to a life of indecision.
The floosie made him spend his dole,
She left him lying on Skid Row,
A drunken lad in some Salvation Army mission.
It's such a shame

CH:
Oh demon alcohol,
Sad memories I cannot recall,
Who thought I would say, 
Damn it all and blow it all,
Oh demon alcohol,
Memories I cannot recall,
Who thought I would fall,
A slave to demon alcohol.

Barley wine pink gin,
He'll drink anything,
Port, pernod or tequilla,
Rum, scotch, vodka on the rocks,
As long as all his troubles disappeared.
But he messed up his life and he beat up his wife,
And the floosie's gone and found another sucker.
She's gonna turn him on to drink,
She's gonna lead him to the brink,
And when his money's gone,
She'll leave him in the gutter.
It' such a shame.

CH: