The art of the drunk is astounding
Panting through his musical run
Down to the sound of his pounding

His artist mind is always drowning
Yet his lyrics won’t halt once he’s begun
The art of the drunk is astounding

Objects for an instrumental he is herding
Nineteen materials burn the air like nineteen suns
Down to the sound of his pounding

Can’t strum a guitar, he’d break the strings
His rock and roll resonates like a shot of a gun
The art of the drunk is astounding

His songs make known what can never be won
Run fast, he’ll overpower you with nineteen tons
The art of the drunk is astounding
Down to the sound of his pounding