This heart was purchased from a used car boot sale

This soul from the bottom of a bargain bin

This broken ship of dreams I attempt to sail

Found beneath the crumbs of a mouldy tin

And they say 'Look at the state that you’re in'

But girl it’s the state that I’m from

Girl if the wagon had a straight set of wheels

I’d be the first to climb on

I’d drive that wagon wave sin goodbye

If on the outer limits of this hope

We had that strength for only one

Whisky and beer and vodka and gin

I gave them all a fair crack of the whip

What started as innocent test of my strength

Turned into the mightiest of sips

The loneliness of the this long distance drinker

Is the trickiest distance to gauge

But don’t try caging the stripes of this tiger

When the monkeys hold the keys to the cage

Look at the state that you’re in

Girl it’s the state that I’m in

Girl it’s the state that I’m from

Girl if the delta ever ran dry

I’d be the first to jump in

Build me a drawbridge, a ladder, a rope

You be the ski-lift

And I’ll try reducing this slope.