If the sea was whiskey

And I was a diving duck

If the sea was whiskey

And I was a diving duck

I'd dive to the bottom

And I don't know if I'd come up

I'm just here wondering

Will a matchbox hold my clohtes

I'm just here wondering

Will a matchbox hold my clohtes

If things don't get no better

Down the road I go

Whiskey and beers

They don't make me drunk

Whiskey and beers

They don't make me druink

But I beers blues are gonna make me pack my trunk