Somebody Buy Me A Drink

The other night, I was on Skid Row By a liquor store sign's garrish glow; I saw a fellow I used to know a long, long time ago. He stood with the lost, with the living dead, With rumpled clothes and a reeling head, Reviewing the wasted life he'd lead, and as I passed he said, "Let me tell you a story that's sad but true About someone who just may remind you of you Let me tell you a tale that may help you awake a woozy head - Somebody buy me a drink. "It begins long ago on a happy day, With a fool who was loved, but threw it all away, Who exchanged a good home for a flophouse, a bar and a plank - Somebody buy me a drink. (Bridge:) "Well, to see me today, when I have hit the skids, Who would think I once had a fine wife and kids? Yes, I was that fool, after treasure and pleasure, And love was just a game played with some other dame. "Now there's only one thing I feel certain of: The only true treasure in life is love. Without someone to love and love you, see how low you can sink? Somebody buy me a drink, Somebody, somebody, buy me a drink."