Whiskey Manīs my friend, heīs with me nearly all the time
He always joins me when I drink, and we get on just fine
Nobody has ever seen him, Iīm the only one
Seemingly I must be mad, Insanity is fun
If thatīs the way itīs done
Doctors say he just a figment of my twisted mind
If they canīt see my Whiskey Man they must be going blind
Two men dressed in white collected me two days ago
They said thereīs only room for one and Whiskey Man canīt go
Whiskey Man will waste away if heīs left on his own
I canīt even ring him īcause he isnīt on the phone
Hasnīt got a home
Life is very gloomy in my little padded cell
Itīs a shame there wasnīt room for Whiskey Man as well
Whiskey Manīs my friend, heīs with me nearly all the time
He always joins me when I drink, and we get on just fine
Just fine
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