Hola senor.
Please pour me one more.
I can still feel my fingers.
I’ve only stumbled in for a tonic and gin.
And some hurt in the morning.
So turn me up and deal me in before I am a has been.
Raise up your glass.
Throw another back.
Let’s drink to me.
Cause I am the king of would-be.
I work my hands rough but it’s never enough.
This world will soon break me.
Forever held down.
So they gave me the crown.
Obscurity here I come.
Just one more song for one more dance.
This may be my last chance.
Rescue me from this catastrophe.
Fill me up and grant me salvation.
One last salute to celebrate us all.
A final shot of that alcohol.
Drink it down.