Well, I’ve been,
Love Sick… Torn apart…. Star crossed…
And my head keeps spinning like your memory through my thoughts…
She’s all that I’ve kissed tonight, been squeezing and holding tight…
And she forgives me for all my faults…
And,
Lord it’s Too Bad…
…This Bottle Of Rum Can’t Waltz…
Jamaican Sugar Cain, sure helps me forget the name,
Of the pirate that stole her heart…
Its all that’s left on the shelf, and I’ve been helping myself,
Just trying to keep things from falling apart…
I never was much of a drinker,
Just a hard luck free thinker,
But lately I’ve turned this game into an art…
Cause when your ship’s sinkin in,
You’ve lost all money and friends,
Rock bottoms not a bad place to start…
Yes, I’m going through Hell, so remarkably well,
I guess I’m just crazy enough not to get caught..
When even the Captain himself, he’s been screaming for help,
Asking the first mate, when can I get off?…
Well Yes,
I’m going down swinging, without you, dancing and singing,
Who says happiness can’t be bought?….
It’s Just Too Bad…
…This Bottle Of Rum Can’t Waltz…
Yes, I’ve been,
Love Sick… Torn apart…. Star crossed…
And My Head keeps spinning your memory through my thoughts…
She’s all that I’ve kissed tonight, been squeezing and holding tight…
And she forgives me for all my faults…
And,
Lord it’s Too Bad…
…This Bottle Of Rum Can’t Waltz…
Yes,
Jamaican Sugar Cain, sure helps me forget the name,
Of the pirate that stole her heart…
Its all that’s left on the shelf, and I’ve been helping myself,
Just trying to keep things from falling apart…
I never was much of a drinker,
Just a hard luck free thinker,
But lately I’ve turned this game into an art..
Cause when your ship’s sinkin in,
You’ve lost all money and friends,
Rock bottom’s not a bad place to start…
Yes I’m going through Hell, so remarkably well,
I guess I’m just crazy enough not to get caught..
When even the Captain himself, he’s been screaming for help,
Asking the first mate, when can I get off?…
Well Yes,
I’m going down swinging, without you, still dancing and singing,
Who says happiness can’t be bought?….
It’s Just Too Bad…
…This Bottle Of Rum Can’t Waltz…
Yes, I’ve been,
Love Sick… Torn apart…. Star crossed…
And My Head keeps spinning like your memory through my thoughts…
She’s all that I’ve kissed tonight, been squeezing and holding tight…
And she forgives me for all my faults…
And,
Lord it’s Too Bad…
…This Bottle Of Rum Can’t Waltz…
Yes, it’s Too Bad…
…This Bottle Of Rum Can’t Waltz…