Wonderful Wino (Live At “Piknik” VPRO, 6/18/1970)

L.A. in the summer of '69
I went downtown and bought some wine
Waisting my head on three quarts of juice
And now the grapes won't turn me loose

I'm a wino man (man)
Don't you know I am?
(Oh, woah-woah)

36-24, hips about 30
I seen a fine lady
And I started talkin' dirty
She looked at me
And raised her thumb
And said, "Jam down the road
You funky-ass bum"

I'm a wino man (man)
Don't you know I am?
(Oh, woah)

(I) I, I went to the country
And while I was gone
(I) a roller-headed lady
Got me weedling on the lawn
(I) I'm so ashamed
But I'm a wino man
I can't help myself
Help me, somebody (alright)

I'm a wino man (man)
Don't you know I am?

(Man) my saxophone playing
And my wino career are in a slump
(I) look at how I find myself now living
In a cardboard refrigerator box down by the Houston dump
And I'm so ashamed

I've been drinkin' all night
And my eyes are all red
Crashed in the gutter
And bugs in my head
Bugs in my clothes
And now I'm scratchin' like a dog
I can't stand water
And I stink like a hog
Give me fi-i-i-ive bucks and a hot meal
Give me fi-i-i-ive bucks and a hot meal