One+more+glass+of+whisky+for+each+teardrop

He fixes up his favourite snack Sprinkles on some heart attack It hasn't mattered since Sharleen has gone He grabs the twinge that stabs his back He pulls the pants out of his crack He sometimes hopes he won't be round too long

And it's one more glass of whisky for each teardrop One more cigarette for each sad dream One more take-away For every word he hears her say Even though she's nowhere to be seen