Lyrics
{Now I wanna tell you a little story
About the old demon alcohol
Yes indeed my little chickadee}
Here is 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 turned 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 dough
She left him lying on Skid Row
A drunken lag in some Salvation Army Mission
It’s such a shame
Oh demon alcohol
Sad memories I can’t recall
Who thought I would say
Damn it all and blow it all
Oh demon alcohol
Memories I can’t recall
Who thought I would fall
A slave to demon alcohol
Sad memories I can’t recall
Who thought I would fall
A slave to demon alcohol
Barley wine, pink gin
He’ll drink anything
Port, pernod or tequila
Rum, scotch, vodka on the rocks
As long as all his troubles disappeared
But he messed up his life when 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’s such a shame
Oh demon alcohol
Sad memories I can’t recall
Who thought I would fall
Damn it all, low, low
Sad memories I can’t recall
Who thought I would fall
A slave to demon alcohol
Love The kinks, love the beatles, love The who, Love the Stones, why have one when you can have 4 amazing groups ?
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 turned 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 lag in some Salvation Army Mission.
It's such a shame.
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.
Sad 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 tequila,
Rum, scotch, vodka on the rocks,
As long as all his troubles disappeared.
But he messed up his life, went and 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's such a shame.
Oh demon alcohol,
Sad memories I cannot recall,
Who thought I would say,
Damn it all and blow it all,
Sad memories I cannot recall,
Who thought I would fall,
A slave to demon alcohol.
I've been listening to Beatles for years because I really vibe with them and I love what their songs speak of.... then i discovered the Kinks. My god, these guys are not only better than the Beatles in my opinion, but they talk about stuff that actually matters! Straight truth! Such spiritual songwriting, really hits you in the soul.