"I’m a Boozer"

I’m a boozer,
I’m a boozer,
Yes, I’m just what I appear to be.

Of all the hooch that I quaff, most is tossed,
and I lament ev’ry drop that’s thus lost.
Each one’s a hurl in a million my friend
And o’er the white throne for eons I bend

I’m a boozer,
Yes, I’m just what I appear to be.
I’m a boozer,
Few things are dear as beer to me.

Open a cask of wine, I’ll soon be ’round
Always my flask’s at lips, tipped upside down.
I often drive to the levee when dry
To share those good ol’ boys’ whiskey and rye.

I’m a boozer,
Yes, I’m just what I appear to be.
I’m a boozer,
And to drinkless be disquiets me.

My lust for liquor I can’t overstate,
and that addiction will never abate
’til fully down the steep stairwell I fall
and begin up those 12 steps to crawl.

I’m a boozer,
Yes, and it’s clear to me
that a boozer,
I’ll stay ‘til Bob and Bill** appear to me.