I don't drink, don't get high When I'm cooking, need some vine Just a sip to see it's fine If it needs some more vine But the bottle's empty I go out to find another bottle A different kind I don't drink but when I die one would say I was a funny kind My mother told me do not drink your love get shorter You will sink You turn depression into poverty in every situation when you can't see If you drink nothing can save you and you end up in the gutter (You end up in the gutter) You will just lose Asking for mercy Singing the blues Starting the dance Tried to amuse But the bottle's empty I go out to find another bottle a different kind I don't drink but when I die one would say I was a funny kind But the bottle's empty I go out to find another bottle a different kind I don't drink but when I die one would say I was a funny kind